You were wounded.
They told you that time is the best medicine.
You replied that it was almost impossible for the wounds to be healed.
For the wounds was being stabbed over and over again at the same spots.
Until you had lost too much of blood. Until you felt numb. No more pain, nothing.
You wanted to crack a joke and laugh at your own stupidity.
You could hardly believe how foolish you had been.
Finally, years had passed. Gradually, the wounds were healed.
What left behind were the ugly scars that would never fade.
Looking at them made your eyes sore and gave you heart pain, you covered them up.
No, that was not a very good idea.
You were just trying to hide and escape the fact that you had been hurt.
You realized that the scars will be with you forever, they were actually a part of you.
And so, you learned how to live with them.
I suddenly think of this song.
"Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kill the pain"
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