"so, now i shall talk every night. to myself. to the moon… i talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. so much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. with masks down, i walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. and does not smite me down."
-sylvia plath
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