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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
Autobiographer
Diarist
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Long
Lasts
Loneliness
Grinning
Last
Kept
Feeble
Words
Ugly
Pour
Someone
Inside
Utter
Soul
Stop
Meaningless
Cramped
Find
Small
Feminism
Opiates
Feel
Secret
Shock
Rusty
Feels
Dark
Classic
Gaiety

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