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Sure, i’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. but, in leisure years i could grow and choose my way. now i am living on the edge. we all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so i could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself.
-Sylvia Plath
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Sure, I’m Dramatic And Sloppily Semi-cynical And

Sylvia Plath
Sure, i’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. but, in leisure years i could grow and choose my way. now i am living on the edge. we all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so i could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself.
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