"One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up her drawers and closets for the night. In the dark she had made a loop and tried to pull it tight around her throat. But always just as the air stopped coming and she felt the rushing grow louder in her ears, her hands would slacken and let go, and she would lie there panting for breath, cursing the dumb instinct in her body that fought to go on living"

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Source: Edge l. 1 (1965)

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Sylvia Plath

Poet, Novelist

Sylvia Plath was an American poet and novelist, known for her confessional style and her impactful work, 'The Bell Jar'.

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