The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars fade over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
- Jodi Picoult
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Dear No One
شِعرA compilation of prose and poems for a first love gone wrong, found and written by a girl who loved and lost.
