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How mad had I gotten every time someone told me the pain would get easier? That my scars would fade, my body heal, my heart would mend itself. No one understood that I didn’t want to fight anymore, I just wanted to give up, let go, fade into the storm. I won’t say any of that to Ryder. I’m not going to give him false platitudes because it’s all a load of bullshit. Scars on souls like ours won’t fade, you just learn to adapt.
