Smile in crooked ways
Smile when paths are crossed
Smile while in pain
Smile when the storm is over
Smile in times of negativity
Smile when the deed is done

when life gets tough 
its up to you to be tougher

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.

Written By Sylvia Plath

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