“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)
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Is there a balance? I want to find it
Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “I would have preferred if you had loved me less and understood me more.”]
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By Caleb Woodard Furniture
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I think I'm dying.
I'm not telling you so you can save me.
I'm telling you so you can hold my hand and make my dying breaths a little softer.
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— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
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