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A good way of describing destructive transference enactments I would think. Though the idea would be to stop treating yourself as a crash test dummy flinging yourself at the same ole wall over and over.
And now I've got that one song from that nineties band stuck in my head...
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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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