I remember wanting to bury my differences a lot of times, as a kid. I would fight with someone I really liked and would want to wipe out all ill will and just be the way we were before. One of the lessons of growing up is that there is no such thing as clean slate.
One cannot make a new beginning, past will never let you free. It will always come to haunt you.
Only way out is recluse, to be a hermit. To embrace solitude and feel complete about it.
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