Forty-Three
They say time heals all wounds, but that's bullshít. Time just makes you forget. It makes you forget how much something hurt. It makes you forget the hour you spent laying in bed crying over it. It makes you forget the pain that caused the wound, but it doesn't close it. Once you remember what you forgot, everything floods back. The pain. The tears. The anger.
The time didn't heal anything. It just wiped it from memory for a little bit.
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