People refuse to talk about "past times"
.... As if they're trying to forget a bad dream...
It's just like, a dirty wound that was forcefully stitched up and had started to rot.
A wound that wouldn't close.
Without a knife to cut it open, the flesh under the skin just keeps rotting.
If there's nothing to wash It with, the opened wound cannot be healed anyway.
Forever.......
Ιυκα.♥
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