It was something that you said
I took it to my heart
You don’t remember it
Insignificant on your part
Those words always guided me
As you moved further away
I repeated those words often
It became a thing that I would say
Now I no longer speak it
Just as you have too
The language is forgotten
That made me me and made you you
It is impossible for a person to begin to learn what he thinks he already knows.
Epictetus
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