If memories were a used cloth, I would burn mine and bury the ashes in a far away land. But since memories are souvenirs from the past and I am forced to entertain them and all they come along with, I'm afraid to say that they have taken ownership of my head and thoughts.
Hi. My name is Layla and I build walls of insecurities around me for a living. And just so you know, I don't have a head.
Hi Wattpad family! Tales of Laila is out. Let's meet up there and complete our unfinished business.
xoxo
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Scars Of The Past
General Fiction"Fine! Since that's what you want, I've divorced you. And I'll continue to repeat this. Last night meant nothing to me. It was just.... " she shut her ears not wanting to hear the rest of his words that had begun to cut through her skin. She watched...
