That F’in ugly grief!


That ugly grief that makes you want to crawl up in a ball and have a pity party has been trying to creep up on me. Maybe it’s because my 40th birthday is next month and Marlon only made it to 39. To grief I say “F” off because you are not getting one ounce of me. You come at me hard…I’ll go at you harder!

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