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suzy
American autistic orphaned artist, stationed in hell for love. born in alaska, moved all over america, and parts of europe. lived in a single parent home until parental death forced into the system. homeless and happy, joined the army to escape the legions of speed freaks in southern california. met a man, married him, then moved to NJ. no children for now living life as a tattoo'd freak.
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17 years later I still see her face. I see her in the glamorous moue of some random starlet, I see her in the tilt of the nose of the checkout girl. I see her in the curve of the cheek, the bend of the elbow, the small of some strangers back. I barely remember her, it was so long ago. I have been without much longer than with, but she still haunts me. everyday. I see her face in the mirror and I understand why my stepmother hated me. it's alright, its all tight its all ok. What would she think of the woman I have become? Would we be friends? Would we be at odds? Even after all the choices I made, the hearts and laws I have broken, would she still love me?
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
suzy
I see her
17 years later I still see her face. I see her in the glamorous moue of some random starlet, I see her in the tilt of the nose of the checkout girl. I see her in the curve of the cheek, the bend of the elbow, the small of some strangers back. I barely remember her, it was so long ago. I have been without much longer than with, but she still haunts me. everyday. I see her face in the mirror and I understand why my stepmother hated me. it's alright, its all tight its all ok. What would she think of the woman I have become? Would we be friends? Would we be at odds? Even after all the choices I made, the hearts and laws I have broken, would she still love me?
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