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.
Sylvia Plath
  • somewhere over the rainbow
  • JoinedApril 30, 2021


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I'm alive lol.
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