Her dresses were light and fought the wind of an open road like something caught but pretty anyhow. I was not too young to remember this, nor too young to know my mother was on some serious drugs. I remember her trying during her last days and me letting her win because she was succeeding; simple
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ps. remember when i used to leave those really bitchy messages on your LJ last year around this time?
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