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See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

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
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Life
Leaking
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Cracks
Darkness

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