Thought #1 was Suppressed

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Thought #2 was Oppressed
An indescribeable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. In short, Mrs. Pontellier was not a mother-woman. The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imagined, threatened their precious blood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privelege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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Thought # 3 was Expressed

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Between every two thoughts I think virtuously
And when I close my eyes I think of the three of us
What is the price of freedom of thought?
Can we afford it?
As for now,
good night sleep tight
and don't let the bed thoughts bite
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