It’s funny. When we’re born, our desires are simple. We know exactly what we want, but we can’t express it yet. As we grow older we become more articulate, but knowing what we want is suddenly a vast, unknowable mystery. What a cruel joke life plays on us. Wanting words desperately, then finding we have have all the words in the world and not a thing to say.
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