we were a goldmine

you were a stroke of luck

so am i supposed to feel guilty for the things i have written? there is nothing to say.

my mind spins. something always holds me back. what would You like me to do? and him? what does he want? and how about my family? or abby? or angela? or beth?if you just told me what you wanted, perhaps this whole life thing would be easier. i am told one thing and your actions say something else.

we were a goldmine and they gutted us

avec toi.









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