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I'm all triggered and upset today. Some stuff happened here yesterday - nothing to do with me, but it hit too close to home... I feel like I should be able to be supportive to the woman this happened to, having been there and she's a friend... I'm trying, but it is so overwhelming... I just want to get out of here so bad.
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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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