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An Infinite Unraveling of Katy Laurel.
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"I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,
Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the
world conceives
Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love." — Sylvia Plath, Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices  (via mirroir)

(Source: seabois, via mirroir)


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