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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
Diarist
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Leaking
Contain
Cracks
Darkness
Cannot
Life

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