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With previous T I didn't handle it very well at all. I nearly went out of my mind. I dissociate from my emotions when they get too strong (and by too strong I mean fairly normal for most people). PrevT tried to force me. That so did not end well...
Pre, your T's kind words would've had me looking for a table to hide under if they made it thru *my* armor.
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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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