"The stain will not come out..."

The stain will not come out, no matter how hard I scrub, my heart is still black after years of abuse. No amount of time in the washing machine will help. No amount of rain pouring over me. No amount of time in the rushing waters of the river or a stream or the ocean. I'm tarnished. A little shine might shine through, but I will always be tarnished. I'll never become like-new again. Once, I'd only been through a small amount of heartache and the damage was repaired but now... well, just look at me. I'll never be the same. I want to go back to my birth and warn myself about certain people in my life but it's too late for all of that. The stain will not come out in this lifetime.

Maybe in my next life, I won't make the same mistakes. My dad always says that children don't make the same mistakes as their parents, they make their own. Maybe my next life won't make the mistakes I've made. Maybe the stain will come out then. Maybe