Ever so sore from what had left.

Ever so tired of what had become.

Ever so tormented by truths that speak for themselves.

I have cleaned the man of many words.

Yet too many have already been spoken.

For yet again it's too late.

For me to put them back where they were.

But again, it's never too late.

To start where it never begun.

YiLiang
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