paperpulse ([info]paperpulse) wrote,
@ 2005-11-23 21:54:00
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“I do not know what the weather did (or how my mother felt, or what my father whispered, standing over my brand new self) but what I do know is that my blood was wrong so they took it away, pulled me apart and refilled me to pink, pulsing perfection.

I pretend that I remember it, the needles and the confusion and the mess, but really I have just pieced it together from the things I haven’t been told. Here is what I know: my blood was wrong from the beginning, and that has made all the difference.”


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