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It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' It does heal but it will surely leave a scar on your heart and soul specially if it's a bad memory of something or maybe of someone.
"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose" - Kevin Arnold.
But what if you lose your only tool that kept you from the things your holding onto. What if you lose the memory itself?
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