She passed onto me,
her raspy voice, small nose, almond shape eyes, and straight hair.
Genetics are completely fascinating...

and evidently one BIG MOTHER FUCKER.

See,
her mother died from it,
and her grandmother too.

Ovarian cancer-

symptom free,
and simply put-

any woman's death sentence.


THIS IS MY MOTHER.

I LOVE HER.

and right now I just want pretend,
the way she does best...

that everything is perfect.

I am not ready for this

I am going to be-
one perfect,
MOTHERLESS
mess.


*just got off the phone with her and I'm fucking pissed*

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