“I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”

Source: The Bell Jar

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American poet, novelist and short story writer 1932–1963

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“The night was long and dark and just
Another dagger to my trust.
I thrust it in until I bleed
I wiped my point for you to see. And anyway,
It's over now.
Nothing left to say.”

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“If night were a thief, it would be steal my happiness or my dreams of life. Maybe she doesn't know that I don't have anything special that she can steal. He finds nothing under my pillow except my sorrows.
If she looks around, she would have found a shining chest kept in a dark corner, when she open it, she would find nothing but my loneliness. she had to go empty handed with remorse.”

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