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280 pages, Paperback
First published March 22, 2018



I didn't deserve tender acts from tender men. I deserved the hell I had been living in.
We had too many weapons behind our backs, ready to pull out.
It was always this thing with us before we got together. Constant chasing and other people and never being happy with the stand-ins but pushing each other away when we were free to be together.
"“How many men have I loved? Some briefly, some all-consuming. Some for a night, some for a second on a busy street
“You can only go to sleep with tear-stained pillows for so long.”
“But the problem with broken people pouring broken love into humans molded from their own flesh was you could see all of your lacking in their eyes.”
“And what were you used to?”
“Being used for nothing more than my skin.”
“Grief can alter your body rapidly. Grief had been altering her heart for years and I ignored it.”
“That's why you were so sad all the time. You weren't just sad about the things that happened to you. You absorbed all the hurt that the world had.”
“I want to know something beautiful can grow from this. That opening up doesn't have to be the end of everything. That someone will see all of this ugly in me, and tell me where the beauty is.”




