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Things won't always be this way. I'm young, I still have the ability to wash it all out of my hair. One day we'll grow up, together, and realize how good we had it.
Sylvia Plath learned the hard way. We can be true to ourselves for so long before we're forced to cram our head into an oven.
Sylvia Plath learned the hard way. We can be true to ourselves for so long before we're forced to cram our head into an oven.