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I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.

Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
Autobiographer
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Essayist
Novelist
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Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
World
Drink
Hating
Arms
Accused
Hate
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Black
Runs
Running
Red
Conceives
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Massacres
Love
Toward
Fearing

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