They say the passage of time heals all wounds. Only that some wounds cut so deep, the time it takes to heal seems so distant. And even when the cure is thru, there are scars left behind. A nagging reminder to the hurt we’ve felt, cautioning us of similar threats. To trust again is to trust aloof. To love again, is to love without proof. We are given to anger, always ready to bite like mephitic vipers. Acting out in frustration, broken by the winds of depression, soiled in forms of aggression. We bear the scars of the wound, the passage of time heals not. The wounds are healed, but we are never whole again.
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