you know what I mean, right? Those instances in life that hurt a little the same way ripping off a bandaid stings. It's over before you know it. But sometimes the bandaid takes little pieces of us with it. Not much; sometimes you would hardly even notice that it took a few skin cells, but a little, tiny piece of us leaves with that situation or person. On a sorry day it feels like you're getting parts of you ripped away. On a good day you realize that you regenerate healthy, new skin cells as part of healing and you're better than ever.
That's a much nicer thing to realize and focus on.
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