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Originally Posted by archipelago
Interesting. It reminds me of a case my shrink told me about. (He had her permission since he wrote about it.) A woman seeing him in his early days spent a fair amount of time screaming at him in sessions. It was so bad that he took measures to sound proof his office, including double doors!
At least your being "vile" was a quiet text.
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I'm actually afraid I'll get like this. I do have the desire to scream and throw things... I'm afraid I'll make a scene. The office I see T at is a right train station. I can just imagine the whole place stopping in its tracks to stare at crazy meltdown lady...
Funny because I'm very quiet and reserved IRL.
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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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