Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for — Courtney C. Stevens, Faking Normal
Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for — Courtney C. Stevens, Faking Normal
Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for — Courtney C. Stevens, Faking Normal
Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for — Courtney C. Stevens, Faking Normal
Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for — Courtney C. Stevens, Faking Normal
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Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for silence. It binds us together, but I don't want him to pay the price for the parts of me that are used and broken.

— Courtney C. Stevens, Faking Normal
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