What’s done is done



What’s done is done.

What’s happened has already happened.

Maybe it was wonderful.

Maybe it wasn’t.

But, regardless, I can’t keep opening up old wounds.

I can’t keep picking at scars ready for them to bleed.

I can’t keep opening up my heart until all of it has dissolved right in front of me.


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