"We've still got time, raise your hopeful voice
You had the choice, you've made it now"
Over thinking and trying not to let it get the better of me. Lately I've been thinking about forgiving and forgetting. About the atonement healing all wounds. But I can't help but think maybe some wounds can never be healed. Or maybe it's that the scar is just as painful as the initial wound. A constant reminder. One day I'll be grateful for my scars. But for now, I look forward to the day they're a faded memory.