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Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others?
I wonder if it truly is.
Can we undo what has already been done?
No. We can't.
I know for a fact, we cannot un-say words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue.
Words hurt.
They sting.
They burn.
The truth is, I didn't want to hurt Ellie Wynn, but I knew I would.
She was a temptation I couldn't resist. An addiction that lived in my blood, and I wasn't about to go in search of a cure.
Not when I needed her.
Wanted her.
Craved her.
There are no quick fixes to what I've done.
No pill to take away her pain.
All I have is the cold truth.
It's brittle.
It's brutal.
I'll be damned if because of it, I let her slip away.