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See, I actually like (harmless) mind games. I see it as a challenge to try and keep up with my T's thinking (yeah, I'm gonna lose, but it's still fun). As long as it's a game and doesn't get deliberately hurtful I'm good with it.
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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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