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“But I am I now; and so many other millions are so irretrievably their own special variety of 'I' that I can hardly bear to think of it. I: how firm a letter; how reassuring the three strokes: one vertical, proud and assertive, and then the two short horizontal lines in quick, smug succession. The pen scratching on the paper…I…I…I…I…I…I.”

Quote by Sylvia Plath

Book:The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

This book presents the extensive and unedited journals of Sylvia Plath, offering a candid and intimate look into her thoughts, experiences, and creative process throughout her life. more

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Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath

American poet, novelist, and playwright. Her works are known for their profound emotion and unique style, and she is considered one of the most important female writers of the 20th century. more

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Book:The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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