Castles
BayLeaf Wilson


All memories bow down to her without my permission. I don’t want her and her laughter and her hope and her hatred wet behind my ears. Happiness and hurt are too far bruised to be separated now. Maybe masochism is a dormant gene. Maybe it’s a family trait like alcoholism or detachment. Maybe families are created to be ruined. I remember pie and christmas and bonding. I swear to God one day I’ll forget.


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