Me, Myself And My Meningioma

Me, Myself And My Meningioma

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Part One I don't care about nobody's feelings, I don't think I have the ability to care. I'm telling it all, well all that I remember. Y'all let me walk around my whole life with a brain tumor. Got me thinking I was that B***h! Short stories of my confession, my apologies, my regrets, and stories of my memories. My diary of memories of a bad a** kid, that turns into the worst teenager searching for love in all the wrong places. Running through the hood with demons to avoid going to school. Not afraid of anything or anyone except for her mama. Who sees the error of her ways when she too becomes a mom. A great mother, a good wife, a loving daughter, and a good friend is to many rolls to be played. Especially when vowed to be everything She has promised to be to everyone. Only thing is, can they all forgive her when she needs them most. After being diagnosed with a massive brain tumor. Will the loving God you all know and love welcome her into the better place. Or will God forsaken her for her sinning ways. I think, I don't know... I hope so but you tell me. Would you forgive, when I just don't want to forget. When I'm trying so hard not to be forgotten.
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