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You know, this strikes me as exactly why our Ts shouldn't get too close to us. They care about us, but they must keep that distance because if they don't they would be drained and burned out in no time and who would be there to help us then? We'd just wind up feeling abandoned and rejected.
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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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