The words flow from my fingers like slowly congealed drops of mustard when you don't get the bottle clean. It used to be so easy to say what I mean and feel it. And now, there are times when the greatest truths of the world move behind my lips and in my head, I have already said them, but in truth, I can't get them past my teeth. The trouble with the greatest truths in the world is that they really don't matter at all.
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