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The little things you disclose about your family make me so sad. I wish I could've had the courage to walk away from the stbx 15 years ago when it was obvious that he was a jerk. I wish I could've found a nice 'normal' guy like you. I hope I still can. I hope I can be brave enough to try.
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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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