Sylvia Plath: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

21 October 2019


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.

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