The Author of Maggie Scratch On a Roll In the Sixties

I look normal.

I look happy. My teeth are very white. Got the dark circles though. Who knows what I’d been doing the night before. Probably escaping. From high school, from my family, even from my friends, from my street, from my life, from my country, from my world. Where was I going? What was I searching for? I had no idea. All I knew was—go! I became an explorer. Who knew anything? Who knew heartbreak? Who knew love?Author 1966

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