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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. ”
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
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