Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that — I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much — so very much to learn.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia PlathOr maybe home is just two arms wrapped around you when you’re at your worst.
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