Perhaps, then again perhaps not. But the sun will shine tomorrow. The pain will be there but the dosage will be less. Every hour that passes by, it be less painful. Then the heart will be accustomed. It will beat less, feel less, reminisce less. Then one day, it will die. Without any warning, without any consent. That's how we close the chapter to the things we lose never to return. A new chapter then opens called healing. The scars remain but we heal. And heal we must. For who knows what time is left on our clock of life.
                        
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