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Sylvia Plath

overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

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Sylvia Plath

Out of the ash

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air