The dead do not return, and regret can never be put into words.
More than one person has asked him, "Why do you talk like that?"
And more than once, he has answered, "I stuttered as a child. Four words, that's all."
Others have asked him, "When will this ever end for you?"
He rose, leaning on the coffin, shook his head, and said, "Soon."
I'll try to update once a week. If I don't, it's either because I have no inspiration or because I have no time. Please forgive me.
P.S. If anything seems familiar, assume it's a coincidence.
Intended message: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?
Write slowly, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry
What a shallow hole(┯_┯)