Because sometimes you are the lost girl behind the black gate. Stepping on shards of glass, unable to form the right words. So, why? Why must you fool yourself? You are worth gold. Mountains of gold and fine wines and all words that describe a pretty day. Let this worth sink deep and settle beneath the sands of where all the loneliness likes to make itself all too comfortable. There a gold mine will form. There you will shine. So shine on.
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From the land of everywhere, but currently residing in Chicago. Musings on the topics most often avoided at the dinner table: politics and religion. View all posts by Breanna Lane