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Dorothy Allison, from “To The Bone”
Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Turn: The Journal of an Artist originally published in 1982
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Return To Me,"
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
we are whatever’s left after stars fade part of us is a river that never sleeps
you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
Ted Hughes, from a poem titled "Song," featured in Love Is Like The Lion's Tooth: An Anthology of Love Poems
Taking Care Callista Buchen
The reason why I hate the idea of growing up, I guess, is subconsciously because I want to remain a child and be sheltered from accepting the responsibility of things. I also shy away from making decisions and thinking about what I’m good for – which I am convinced, isn’t much.
Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman wr. c. January 1951, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956
The writer's barely disguised longing for a soft life shared with someone who loves them
Alfonsina Storni, from "The Siren" in Mask & Clover: Poems
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Mary Oliver, from "Starlings in Winter"
When Margaret Atwood said, "there is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won't let it." and then Franz Kafka wrote, "And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid."
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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals