…i Hate Myself For Not Being Able To Go Downstairs Naturally And Seek Comfort In Numbers. I Hate Myself For Having To Sit Here And Be Torn Between I Know Not What Within Me.

-Sylvia Plath

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…i Hate Myself For Not Being Able

Sylvia Plath

…i Hate Myself For Not Being Able To Go Downstairs Naturally And Seek Comfort In Numbers. I Hate Myself For Having To Sit Here And Be Torn Between I Know Not What Within Me.

Topic

Hate

Numbers

Comfort

With Me, The Present Is Forever, And Forever Is Always Shifting, Flowing, Melting. This Second Is Life. And When It Is Gone It Is Dead. But You Can't Start Over With Each New Second. You Have To Judge By What Is Dead. It's Like Quicksand... Hopeless From The Start.

Starting Over

Judging

Forever

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

Character Is Fate.

Character

Fate

I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.

Sunset

Atrocities

I Am Dead To Them, Even Though I Once Flowered.