Tag Archives: Sylvia Plath

Dear Mrs. Plath


Remember that time when I thought I could write poetry? That was fun. Well, we may have more in common than we thought. They call it electroconvulsive therapy now. You’d know that if you were still alive. My doctor wants … Continue reading

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My life in scars


It’s strange to have known someone as long as we have yet still have no idea of each others real thoughts and feelings. I say I love you, since day one, and I have meant it. You say it to … Continue reading

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