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Now It Can Be Said

Hi Sweet Stranger
Now that it can be said
All these god forsaken years later
Do you think that at the end of days
I am
What I were
All those years ago?

That which was unsaid
All those years ago
I do not have it in me
To put in words

As if it were easy
This insanity
Ask Enwright
And he will tell you

Raj
From Life in a Multiverse

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