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I have the brick wall thing going too. It seems like the only people I'm able to cry around are the ones who make me feel like crap for it. Previous T had a point with the whole self-hatred thing.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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