African American

every Sunday I think is going to be my last day.  Because each Sunday, I have this ear-splitting migraine that won’t let up.   It’s usually accompanied by nausea and your typical hot flash.   And I always ask God to let me live through it.  But if i keep playing my cards wrong – and I have been – I won’t live through another Sunday.   Morbid huh?  well I’m a dark person.  I wear black against a sea of colors.  Like I’ve been in mourning all my life.   

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