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Dear Previous T,
I wish you would've just explained, and not given me part answers and red herrings and left me half crazy trying to figure out why. I wish you had seen that going there was more than I could handle at the time.
Love/Hate
Me
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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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