Scars and Souvenirs

It feels like the scab on my knee. I'm always picking at it when I know I shouldn't be doing so. Scars never go away. They serve as a reminder-of what you should not have done. Or rather what you should have done. But I love how I'm always left with a personalised souvenir. My very own souvenir to myself.
Hamlet wasn't the only one with the dilemma. Gah.