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I'm not so sure I've actually learned anything yet, I just see so many things I need to learn that I was never really aware of before.
I guess I have learned that hiding behind a smile and skin thick enough to rival an elephant's is no way to live. I still have no idea how to go about not hiding though...
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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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