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I've come full circle. Right back to the vey beginning. Right to the point that I ran from. I don't want to face it now any more than I did then, but I'm not a silly little fool anymore. I'm not going to throw away any more of my life because I'm too scared to face myself.
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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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