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Nov 07, 2008 14:36

For the first time since I got here, I saw my reflexion in one of the windows here in the infirmary. The first thing I noticed was a long scar across my forehead and nose. It's not fresh, so I got it before I came here. The more I look at it, the more pissed off I get. I don't remember how I got it, obviously, but...ugh it's pissing me off ( Read more... )

scars, memory, infirmary

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profile_of_love November 8 2008, 05:24:16 UTC
To remember what molded you into the person you are today... what faults and weakness made you stronger... that's what is worth... remembering.

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lion_griever November 8 2008, 06:05:43 UTC
Maybe. For whatever reason, some part of me wants me to remember, so maybe it is something important. I just wish I knew for sure.

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profile_of_love November 8 2008, 08:06:39 UTC
Then let that wish be your driving force to acquire the knowledge of what you don't know.

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argentum_mortis November 8 2008, 05:59:53 UTC
I wouldn't be so hard on yourself... I thought it was quite lovely

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lion_griever November 8 2008, 06:09:18 UTC
... If you say so.

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argentum_mortis November 8 2008, 06:20:01 UTC
I do. Scars always have such lovely stories attached to them; I'm sure the one attached to yours will be quite fascinating, especially if it is effecting you even while you do not remember it.

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lion_griever November 8 2008, 06:32:25 UTC
Tch... well, when I do remember, you'll be the first to know...

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