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(and I can understand because in me too the fire of destruction flares blood hot and as for all the ideals I had, they are broken, malleable, now, for compromise and rationalization. The ways to hell on earth are easy, and one can always cross out hell and scribble in heaven. So much sweeter that way.)
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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