The past is an old injury; scabbed over, as you try to forget it. But, as time passes, the scab is picked at; because the memory is hard to forget. It bleeds, pouring out, as if its your own emotion overflowing your senses. Its not always a simple "walk down memory lane." It has parts of the story where the memory cannot be forgotten. It is good to have these, even if these memories are painful; they are experiences to learn and grow from. No matter if the memory is an embarassing you said to a friend or stranger, or if a person made life more difficult.
Just leave the memory flow through the mind and body, as you begin to slowly heal; even if these memories changed you in a bad way.
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my journey. (LGBTQ+)
Ficção HistóricaThe journey I go through after coming out. it's not the same for everyone, though. I don't know who made the picture, but credit to them enjoy, comment, vote if you want to :)
