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I have to wonder if time really heals all wounds,  or if it's possible that we are capable of carrying them with us until we run out of time and leave them behind with the world when we go. Can loving someone be considered a wound? Or is it more like nerve pain, since there is no cure or aid for loving something or someone who hurts you. I have this idea of waking up and feeling lighter, like from the last 23 years, all the pain has been absorbed into the walls and I can breathe again. It's only hard when it's quiet,  when this mind has freedom to play the memories the conscious mind avoids. You can even live memories that will never happen, those are the saddest.
I'm happy that I have the ability to love unconditionally,  but I wish it was something I could turn off or give to someone else but I know that isn't right, every love is different, not to be recycled.

This person that was made for me,  I wonder if he's out there thinking about me, while I lay in bed thinking about escaping my own mind so I can see him clearly. Time has my heart right now, doing some repairs. Maybe he's out there, the one who can help me use it again.