Wednesday, March 23, 2016


She was a really lost girl in a really harsh world. A world that wanted her to know who and what she was before she was even sixteen years old. He was in the same boat with her. A world where innocence is robbed and sanity mocked, lives taken and no remorse. And nobody is getting out alive. 
Didn't you say once that you'd be damned if you died without a story to tell? Well here's your story. 
You were born too wild and God forbid your children follow in your footsteps. You have a heart with too much love and a soul with too much wanderlust. You're a little bit gone astray in some ill-advised ways, but Jesus loves you and Jesus saves. You found healing in dark places for the wrongs that'd been done to you. You quietted your demons with louder demons and sometimes it worked. Most of the time not. But you're living. You fought until you were bloody fisted, with your eyes afire and you're going places. There was pain piled on heartaches, and more yet to come but you chose not to walk with fear on your cheeks. You found your passions young, that takes a lot, more than you'd think. And you let the wind carry you like gypsies do. Hold your shoulders square, you're a brave son of a bitch.

Xoxo, Gussie

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