I wish I could forget...
Six years ago the worst day of my life happened.
Things are so good now, SO GOOD, that the hurt from long ago has faded. But the memory remains, like a pale and jagged scar that's not immediately discernable.
I hate my memory sometimes.
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Things are so good now, SO GOOD, that the hurt from long ago has faded. But the memory remains, like a pale and jagged scar that's not immediately discernable.
I hate my memory sometimes.
Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com