My Uncle Thomas was a very kind man. He understood me.
When I moved in with him I was 11.
He bought me my first bra, he was there when I had my first period. He was my family and everything inbetween.
Memories can hurt, but without the pain there's no thrill in it. When I force myself to remember, I writhe in pleasure.
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21 Brook Street
PovídkySometimes things that shouldn't happen... happen. Sometimes the most twisted of things are the most beautiful. Sometimes you just can't move on.
