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Originally Posted by stopdog
Worry not, I have absolutely no urge to contact a therapist - although the first one has said time and again that seeing me unreserved would be something she would be interested in. I deny her that. She has proven unworthy.
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I imagine her cackling and rubbing bony hands with bloodstained fingernails together as she says that...
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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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