“Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.”

—  Sylvia Day , book Bared to You

Source: Bared to You

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American writer 1973

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