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I wish I could just stop being so afraid. It's frustrating, I'm out, but not really, because he's still in my head. Along with everyone else who's ever effed me over. I'm tired of it. I want my life back. Why is taking it back so hard?
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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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