There’s something sinister about scars and I don’t mean their visual appearance or the people who have them or even the events that have caused them. I mean the existence of things which cannot be undone. The fact that there are moments in time which will stay with us until we die, whether we want them to or not. The permanent reminder that we live in a world that is not subservient to us, but one which will forever hold power over us. There are things which cannot be washed away, that cannot be redone, and that is horrifying beyond measure.

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