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I can’t sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You’re always gone too soon.

Charlotte Eriksson , em You're Doing Just Fine
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The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enormously gifted poet whose death came carelessly, by mistake, and too soon.

Al Álvarez , em The Savage God: A Study of Suicide
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When it's right it's never too late, when it's wrong it's always too soon

Sara Donati , em The Endless Forest
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