Sometimes words are tiring. They take up so much of my time. Time spent pulling them from memory, analyzing whether I have chosen the perfect set, and mouthing them each perfectly to get my point across. And yet, even after all the time spent on those words, they take on a life of their own, giving a different meaning than what was intended. I suppose they are like children in the way that they so quickly become what they truly are once they leave you.


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