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Yeah... My T said I would get through this and it would become my new 'normal'. It's hard to believe though... I've struggled before and wound up back at the beginning... Maybe I gave up too soon, or backed the wrong horse, so to speak. Anyhoo, T said he wouldn't let me self-sabotage. I believe that at least.
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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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