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There's a decent chance I'd be in prison now if not for my T's support over the last two years. (It's frightening how many abused women do time because of their abusive partners)
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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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