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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utterâ€� they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath