''Where is that girl who used to write me cards?'' He asked. ''She's gone and she isn't coming back,'' I replied. I took a deep breath as I held in my tears. I wanted to be that girl I used to be; the one who always laughed, enjoyed life, the one who wasn't thinking of death every night.
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"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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To Be Loved
Teen FictionShe wanted nothing more than to be loved. She wanted to be the girl she was; the one who loved laughed, and truly lived. But she also wanted to be the girl who was the 'That Girl' the one with the perfect body, goddess-like face, and spiritualistic...
