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Coming out of this darkness that I have walked since the last bleed on the brain at 17 years old in 1971… is like watching a rose open up it’s petals as the flower smiles at the sun… I remember as a child telling my granny that my legs hurt……
Memory can play tricks on you and I know that all to well, considering my brain trauma started before I was 8 years old… How…
Can you reoncile what Trump and christians are doing??? Neither can I, but I grew up in a home with the same kind of stuff…

I wrote about my injuries in the first dozen or so blogs, but never explained concussions and how I came to have so many when…
Growing up in a home that is based on religion and lack of education and most of all violence… If you are smart, you watch…

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…
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