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Originally Posted by stopdog
The first therapist I saw in my 20s - wanted to hold me while I cried. That was an actual goal she had - to get me to cry and for her to hold me while I did.
Needless to say, it did not happen.
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Oh my. Poor deluded soul... 
I'm inclined to think of bathing cats...
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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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