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Sylvia Plath


I’m quickly coming apart strand by strand I let him in, now we are intertwined I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand I’m nothing more than an abyss come and Explore the dark precipice of my mind Unravel the mess that I can not stand Cold, alone, and I could not understand You bastard, how could you leave me behind? I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand You tasted the fruit from another land Pig, for seven years I was confined Unravel the mess that I can not stand Failure I have experienced firsthand I tried, and tried, but, then I just resigned I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand I’m done, I have accepted his command Now I am his, in soul, body, and mind Unravel the mess that I can not stand I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand
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lanevineyard
very nicely worded :)

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