and so its gone. finally. the gouges in my heart from where it had been ripped to shreds have been stitched up so seamlessly that they barely left a scar behind. biting down with clenched fists and eyes closed tightly fighting off the tears at the unimaginable pain of the open wounds has served it purpose, as time has done its job and healed them. healed all wounds. healed my wounds. yes, my wounds are healed. and i kiss the slight scars that are left behind. and not to help them heal. not to make them disappear. but to love them. care for them. remember them.  they are not only pain,  they are pleasure. not only fear, but comfort. not only tears, but laughter.  they are the most permanent memories. memories i wish to not forget, reminded by scars i wish to not diminish and become one with my skin again. my heart has been fixed, stitched back together. made whole again. but they screwed up. when they stitched me back up, they left a piece of you inside. trapped there forever. and i hope youre happy about that. because i think i am.

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