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metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
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metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
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metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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
metamorphesque: ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath[text ID: 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

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