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Or, why rave and rant inside your head when you can share the whole manic experience with the world at large.
Can't Live Without
More Angst
My Monochromatic Past
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- A little too ironic.
- Cellophane flowers/ Of yellow and green.
- Who stole the soul from the sun/ In a world come u...
- People will always/ Take the long way around.
- I'm looking through you/ Where did you go?
- And we live in a beautiful world/ Yeah, we do, yea...
- And so it is/ Just like you said it would be.
- There is a season/ Turn, turn.
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From The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
How did I know that someday - at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere - the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?
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