I had tried, as best I could, to forget the people who had said they loved me, and I had been able to do so only by replacing their memory with hatred for them and their crimes. Time is no healer. It scabs the wound until the injury is forgotten, but the infection festers, eating away, spreading. Wesley Stace
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The idea that time heals all wounds is a myth. Time does not erase the effects of the pain, or the guilt that comes with hurting someone else. The memories are there, just under the surface. They are buried, but they are always there.

Source: Misfortune

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