Why Do You Question Me???

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My first granddaughter… and me…

Oh, about a month ago, time doesn’t mean much to me, I been retired since 98… So everyday, reasonably the same as the next… but…

I complained of ailments and someone questioned me and I got pissed…

Why do you think you have a right to question anyone who is not a public figure in government or a religious figure???

Why do you think you have a right to question me???

Where you there???

Did you live it along with me???

Did you experience the amount of violence to your body from the age of newborn till you were in your 30’s???

Why do you have a right to question me???

When someone questions my life, I look at them and know immediately they are not who they protrayed themselves to be on social media and I can name off a few ex followers exactly like that…

Christians…

The biggest bigots on earth, because everyone else is wrong and they are right, because they said so…

Because they said so has zero value in the real world, because without proof, it’s just words and words are made by humans and words can have any meaning, because??? They are made up by humans…

I have all my medical records, from childhood up to this very date… I have proof to back up my words…

What have you got???? WORDS????

I remember…

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Questioning me, tells me, you can’t be trusted because you have your own agenda that is contrary to mine… (have a nice day…)๐Ÿ˜˜

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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…

This is my story of survival…

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