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time_heals
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nonlucid
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Three years ago today I left a camp, feeling stunned, wanting a time machine desperately - I spent the rest of the day zombie-like and dreamed about the boy for months - knowing it was disaster, never to heal.
Then the day comes when the "tragedy" is frivolous, to be grinned at, dismissed, and one day soon the heart-wrenching pain of today will be gone, replaced with stillness, (or perhaps something worse) but what is now will be gone... I see I'm wrong
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once again
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but not all things... it's like, for lack of a better metaphor, a band-aid.
It covers up the wound with each passing second. And sometimes the little scratches heal with Time.
But a band-aid on a slowly dripping artery is like a finger in a dike...
maybe metaphors weren't the best way to go with that one, but all I meant to say was,
Time does heal... but not ALL wounds.
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040707
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love & hate
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Time will never heal my wounded heart. In the past, yes, they have partially healed but this pain, will never be healed until i am filled again with the love you had for me. This is something taht will cling to my body, to my soul, to my mind, to my heart for eternity a eternity is what i promised you. I wish it could heal because it is tormenting, contstant and mind altering. But for this wound which i have, time will not heal as my memory will not forget, nor will my heart when its been exposed to something so pure, so sweet, as my Katie.
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040708
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pete
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no, time forgets
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040708
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Piso Mojado
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but i dont forget her
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040708
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love & hate
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It is impossible for me to forget her, everything, constantly reminds me of her, the ring, the music, the night, the stars, the dreams, the feelings...everything
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040709
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megan
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5 minutes for some?
50 years for others?
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040715
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misstree
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wounds still leave scars.
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050719
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jane
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time heals over, but the trouble is still under your skin, waiting until one day you forget about it & bump it against a table.
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050719
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nothing
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hsg
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nothing, indeed. Time is the wound itself.
The landscape cannot further die. When the map is lost you're a s ta in the terror_story
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091204
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shpaaaaaaaaaaaa
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shpaaaaaaaaaaaa
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110228
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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