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Self Called Nowhere Cambridgeshire, United Kingdom (Great Britain)
Level 96
White Rabbit
100 XP
Message
For the love of people
"You are crucified by your own limitations. Your blind choices cannot be changed, they are now irrevocable. You have had chances; you have not taken them, you are wallowing in original sin; your limitations….You cannot love, even if you knew how to begin to love. Every thought is a devil, a hell - if you could do a lot of things over again, ah, how differently you would do them! You want to go home, back to the womb. You watch the world bang door after door in your face, numbly, bitterly. You have forgotten the secret you knew, once, ah, once, of being joyous, of laughing, of opening doors."
The Journals of Sylvia Plath
“Deep down, I don't want to talk. Just as I feed myself without wanting to do it, but do it out of compulsion or for a fear of emptiness, so I speak, knowing, however, that I should keep quiet.”