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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
It Burns...
The scar once thought healed burns again in my heart. The pain was sharp and swift. The stab felt as fresh as it was when it pierced my heart. The pain lingered for the rest of the day. The image couldn't leave my mind, like it was trying to burn into my memory.

"What if?" Why think of it now?

Nothing can change what has happened, there wasn't hope, no matter what you think of it. The only remaining memory is the painful scar that wouldn't go away.