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// Time 
// Story: Equestrian Anthology 
// by Shingo 
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Time heals all wounds. If I keep working, keep bucking apples, keep taking care of the farm, the pain of knowing that she is gone will fade away. Today may hurt, but the pain will eventually disappear, so long as I keep up my routine.

Time heals all wounds. But it does not mean that there is no pain for today. It does not mean that the bright colours of yesterday will keep their splendor. Why should I continue? If the world is just as gray as it was before, why should I keep smiling?

Time heals all wounds. However, the wounds will leave a scar. Those scars will be forever in the heart, in the mind, and in the soul. They will be covered in scar tissue, and they will be ugly. They must be covered up. I have to cover up the pain. Create something fashionable to cover up the scar that has been left on my soul. Then, maybe nopony will notice how much I’m hurting.

Time heals all wounds. A little kindness can speed up the healing process. I have been giving as much kindness to my friends as I could, but it is not enough. Seeing their sadness only intensifies my own pain. There is not enough kindness to heal their pain. I want it to stop, but it won’t, no matter what I do.

Time heals all wounds. If there is no wound, then there is nothing to heal. A body was never found. She’s still alive. I just know it. I will find her. While others have lost faith, I haven’t. They call me a fool; they say I’m wasting my time. Maybe I am one, because only a fool hopes.

Time heals all wounds. But what if the wounds are not your own? Seeing all of my friends hurting because of me, I just want it to go away. Even with all my magic, I can’t help them with their pain. And it makes me feel powerless. I feel powerless to not be able to talk to them, to not be able to comfort them in their time of need. I just want to go up to each of them and tell them not to cry. But I can’t. Not even the most powerful magics in the world can allow a specter to communicate with the living.