“…when the smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded sweatshirt walks, we were a stroke of luck. we were a goldmine and they gutted us.” -Bright Eyes “Gold Mine Gutted”
so when i was only barely holding my self together, i had a friend who could do a once-around-the-room and change the fortunes of everyone in attendance.
she was brilliant; hers is a life bordering charm and innocence.
she was a goldmine and they gutted her.
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