Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.
Ann AguirreHe would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.
Ann AguirreMost people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.
Ann AguirreLife…never gave me a chance to be soft.
Ann AguirreThrough the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.
Ann AguirreI’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.
Ann AguirreWe’re both so fucking broken that I understand our strange attraction, a push-pull magnetism born of similar scars.
Ann AguirreSometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.
Ann AguirreI’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.
Ann AguirreThey say an interesting life leaves its mark on your face, and if that’s true,
she’s got one hell of a story.
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