Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
— Sylvia Plath

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    What is it like?

    flock-of-synopsis:

    i’ve got a list
    of thoughts to think
    before my life is dead.
    my worries eat my humble
    soul, there’s no worries
    if you’re dead.

    but on the days i plead
    and beg of Death
    to save me from my
    soul,
    my worries will forever leave
    and i’ll find solace,
    i’ll find home.

    Love this. 

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