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I think maybe we all look for a certain reaction from other people to some degree. How aware we are of this is entirely another thing. I wish I could say more, but I feel pretty stuck/lost about this right now. I just know that having people emotionally close to me is scary.
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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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