The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you’d been before the fall.
— Jodi Picoult
i guess everyone would just go through these stages, these experiences, these tragedies in life. it's just a matter of time in which someone would face the hurt, implemented by someone else. probably, it may be an act out of stress, anger or even fun, but to the extent of hurting someone's feelings so deeply that it can change a person's life, it's no longer fun. they probably would not know the hurt, because they are not the one receiving all the hurt and unhappiness, but i guess it's time to stop.
"it doesn't make a difference if i'm here or somewhere else." A said this. " then the more you should make a difference. prove it." B says.
thank you, -youknowwho-
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