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If we were scars, our memories would be the stitches holding us together. You couldn’t cut them apart, and if you did, it would tear you in two.””But my memories hurt,” she said. “I want to forget. There’s so much I just want to forget.””How are you going to do that ? Everything that’s happened to you is still happening today. Once something has begun, it doesn’t end. There, in your head, it never ends.
