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“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Sylvia Plath -The Bell Jar.
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أَخْشَى أَنْ أَظَلَّ هَكَذَا..
أُحَدِّقُ فِي الأَشْيَاءِ الَّتِي أُحِبُّ
.. وَلا أَلْمَسُهَا.
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My brain is fine, but my head is hurting
I feel so tired, but I am not sleeping
I'm just a kid, who tries to be good
Juliet, I'm trying to be okay
Juliet, it's getting harder every day
