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Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. —Oscar Wilde
Momma directed all her rage at her daughter and hardly ever at her sons.
Maybe facing his fear and allowing their limbs to tangle together would cause some of that magic to rub off on him. Maybe drawing his hands across her bare skin would make him a better person. Perhaps it would erase all his wrongs, would let him start over, be someone new.
The air was always better when the world was sleeping. It made it easier to breathe.
If that house were alive, it would feed on happiness and breathe out nothing but screaming and hate.
some people get addicted to feeling bad because whenever they feel good they feel guilty.
