About me
If one is scarred bad enough one no longer feels the pain...
And as I stood atop the mountain, and looked across at another snow covered hill, I saw my reflection. And then a land slide brought it down. You see, scars are souvenirs you never loose, the past is never far. But what do you do? What do you do, when all your memories are razor blades? When everything you can possibly remember, hurts? What do you do? Quote the Raven, nevermore.
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