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Once I'm done rebuilding my life and playing catch-up after essentially losing most of the last 15 years to an abusive relationship I'll be done. Not sure how long that's gonna take, but I'll get there.
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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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