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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.

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
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Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Suicide
Skins
Looked
Couldn
Wrist
Came
Defenseless
White
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Wrists
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