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Daddy >> Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white, 496 more words

American Literature

Kematian Ayah

Ayahku tersayang mati dalam sebuah kecelakaan lalu lintas. Ibuku menangisinya, berhari-hari. Aku menemukan ia menangis setibanya di rumah sepulang kerja, atau saat sedang memasak di pagi hari. 3,892 more words


Out Of Nowhere

I cracked a knuckle as I heard a noisy sensuous breath wrapping his words over the phone.

He had called up late that night.

“And Paula?,” I finally gave away and asked. 472 more words


Why? Why do people still trust me to do things for them? Final papers. Term papers. Earning money. Saving the family business. Listening to a friend’s catharsis. 258 more words