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I am a daughter of shame. I live in the shadows and I try not to bleed on my mother's carpet. My skin is jagged and worn as if I have lived thousands of lives, in one body. I am flat. I am empty. This is all the world wanted from me. I pretend not to notice how quiet the sky is on a Sunday morning as if god has deserted me.
Hannah Green / "Sylvia Plath Taught Me How To Disappear."
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Forget stardust - you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart not sits in your veins. And what is iron unless it's forged? You are iron. And you are strong.
