You never get fixed. Not totally. Once you’re sore, the wound is there forever. It becomes a scar, and you can hide it, you can put some make up upon it. But in the end of the day, the make up goes out, it comes out of the hideout and is there for you to see it. You can either hate it, ignore it or remember why did you let yourself get hurted. The truth is that, that little piece of skin will never be the same. It’s just a bunch of dead cells trying to regenerate. And they never will.
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