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MiNinaLisa wrote: »Reckoner69_lmao wrote: »sweet_ermengarde wrote: »_DisasterDoll_ wrote: »Mr_Healthy_Habits wrote: »I keep reading this thread as seriously deep heavy 🙊 stuff
I keep reading it to my psychiatrist
does she say dumb things like my therapist goin on about “are we discussing a real person or one of your apparitions?” 🙄
My brain wizard was awesome, I miss her
you are gone again and i miss you!
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KosmosKitten wrote: »So in regards to the original statement of this thread, the reason I don't often post anything "serious" is because my life is usually nothing but a serious drag. I am plagued by clinical depression and anxiety and this year has been particularly rough.
I've dealt with two deaths earlier in the year directly related to COVID (so I don't want to hear any conspiracy theories about how it's "exaggerated" or "a hoax" because no, two people I know are DEAD as a direct result). If they hadn't gotten COVID, they would probably still be among the living as they had no underlying health conditions.
A close relative was diagnosed with cancer in early summer. She's had a pretty good response to it all and takes it in stride, but chemotherapy is tough on anyone. They've minimized the spread enough that they should be able to operate and remove the remaining elements, but we'll have to see since that can't be scheduled until sometime in November (around Thanksgiving).
Both of our cats that we had for 13 years (as long as I've been married) died within in a month of one another. It was hard enough to lose my "favorite", even worse when I had to put her brother down because I was watching his slow, arduous death in action otherwise. Essentially, he was starving himself and refusing to eat, drink or do much of anything. His kidneys failed just like his sister and pumping fluids into him might have given him a couple of weeks at best. I feel strongly every day that I still killed him. I know the decision we made was not made lightly and I know it was probably the best we could do for him since we couldn't cure his CRF or prolong his life outside of a week or two, but it still feels like I murdered him and I have tremendous guilt over it.
The organization I volunteer for is struggling to get by. Even though I'm the person "in charge" of the unit, I can only operate when I have volunteers who are able to help and put together the events. Sadly, because of COVID, the fact that we run events for youth and the fact that school was all sorts of screwed up this year, the organization was dead in the water for many months. We hemorrhaged volunteers since no one wanted to continue working and had no recruitment opportunities or events in which to gain new volunteers or kids, so yeah.. the organization took a severe cut. We are financially fine, but I hate that we can't provide quality programming to the kids this year because of current guidelines as well as a serious lack of volunteers. I feel guilt over leaving them "high and dry" in November (they have to fill my position in order to recharter with our larger organization), but I am months away from an international move and will have no extra time to devote to the massive amounts of paperwork it takes to keep the organization afloat. I gave them advanced warning in July and not a SINGLE parent stepped up, despite my efforts to explain the gravity of the situation. I know they'll "get by" because I already put word in with the council that oversees all the smaller organizations in our area, but I hate that this once strong group is slowly dying from a lack of volunteers and a lack of parental involvement.
So yeah, mostly my year so far has been full of anxiety, fear, depression and crippling inability to proceed. And this is why I rarely talk about it on here (or anywhere else). It's a lot to take in.
Im sorry its been such a tough year for you.
Sending you all the positive vibes I can 🙂4 -
slimgirljo15 wrote: »KosmosKitten wrote: »So in regards to the original statement of this thread, the reason I don't often post anything "serious" is because my life is usually nothing but a serious drag. I am plagued by clinical depression and anxiety and this year has been particularly rough.
I've dealt with two deaths earlier in the year directly related to COVID (so I don't want to hear any conspiracy theories about how it's "exaggerated" or "a hoax" because no, two people I know are DEAD as a direct result). If they hadn't gotten COVID, they would probably still be among the living as they had no underlying health conditions.
A close relative was diagnosed with cancer in early summer. She's had a pretty good response to it all and takes it in stride, but chemotherapy is tough on anyone. They've minimized the spread enough that they should be able to operate and remove the remaining elements, but we'll have to see since that can't be scheduled until sometime in November (around Thanksgiving).
Both of our cats that we had for 13 years (as long as I've been married) died within in a month of one another. It was hard enough to lose my "favorite", even worse when I had to put her brother down because I was watching his slow, arduous death in action otherwise. Essentially, he was starving himself and refusing to eat, drink or do much of anything. His kidneys failed just like his sister and pumping fluids into him might have given him a couple of weeks at best. I feel strongly every day that I still killed him. I know the decision we made was not made lightly and I know it was probably the best we could do for him since we couldn't cure his CRF or prolong his life outside of a week or two, but it still feels like I murdered him and I have tremendous guilt over it.
The organization I volunteer for is struggling to get by. Even though I'm the person "in charge" of the unit, I can only operate when I have volunteers who are able to help and put together the events. Sadly, because of COVID, the fact that we run events for youth and the fact that school was all sorts of screwed up this year, the organization was dead in the water for many months. We hemorrhaged volunteers since no one wanted to continue working and had no recruitment opportunities or events in which to gain new volunteers or kids, so yeah.. the organization took a severe cut. We are financially fine, but I hate that we can't provide quality programming to the kids this year because of current guidelines as well as a serious lack of volunteers. I feel guilt over leaving them "high and dry" in November (they have to fill my position in order to recharter with our larger organization), but I am months away from an international move and will have no extra time to devote to the massive amounts of paperwork it takes to keep the organization afloat. I gave them advanced warning in July and not a SINGLE parent stepped up, despite my efforts to explain the gravity of the situation. I know they'll "get by" because I already put word in with the council that oversees all the smaller organizations in our area, but I hate that this once strong group is slowly dying from a lack of volunteers and a lack of parental involvement.
So yeah, mostly my year so far has been full of anxiety, fear, depression and crippling inability to proceed. And this is why I rarely talk about it on here (or anywhere else). It's a lot to take in.
Im sorry its been such a tough year for you.
Sending you all the positive vibes I can 🙂slimgirljo15 wrote: »KosmosKitten wrote: »So in regards to the original statement of this thread, the reason I don't often post anything "serious" is because my life is usually nothing but a serious drag. I am plagued by clinical depression and anxiety and this year has been particularly rough.
I've dealt with two deaths earlier in the year directly related to COVID (so I don't want to hear any conspiracy theories about how it's "exaggerated" or "a hoax" because no, two people I know are DEAD as a direct result). If they hadn't gotten COVID, they would probably still be among the living as they had no underlying health conditions.
A close relative was diagnosed with cancer in early summer. She's had a pretty good response to it all and takes it in stride, but chemotherapy is tough on anyone. They've minimized the spread enough that they should be able to operate and remove the remaining elements, but we'll have to see since that can't be scheduled until sometime in November (around Thanksgiving).
Both of our cats that we had for 13 years (as long as I've been married) died within in a month of one another. It was hard enough to lose my "favorite", even worse when I had to put her brother down because I was watching his slow, arduous death in action otherwise. Essentially, he was starving himself and refusing to eat, drink or do much of anything. His kidneys failed just like his sister and pumping fluids into him might have given him a couple of weeks at best. I feel strongly every day that I still killed him. I know the decision we made was not made lightly and I know it was probably the best we could do for him since we couldn't cure his CRF or prolong his life outside of a week or two, but it still feels like I murdered him and I have tremendous guilt over it.
The organization I volunteer for is struggling to get by. Even though I'm the person "in charge" of the unit, I can only operate when I have volunteers who are able to help and put together the events. Sadly, because of COVID, the fact that we run events for youth and the fact that school was all sorts of screwed up this year, the organization was dead in the water for many months. We hemorrhaged volunteers since no one wanted to continue working and had no recruitment opportunities or events in which to gain new volunteers or kids, so yeah.. the organization took a severe cut. We are financially fine, but I hate that we can't provide quality programming to the kids this year because of current guidelines as well as a serious lack of volunteers. I feel guilt over leaving them "high and dry" in November (they have to fill my position in order to recharter with our larger organization), but I am months away from an international move and will have no extra time to devote to the massive amounts of paperwork it takes to keep the organization afloat. I gave them advanced warning in July and not a SINGLE parent stepped up, despite my efforts to explain the gravity of the situation. I know they'll "get by" because I already put word in with the council that oversees all the smaller organizations in our area, but I hate that this once strong group is slowly dying from a lack of volunteers and a lack of parental involvement.
So yeah, mostly my year so far has been full of anxiety, fear, depression and crippling inability to proceed. And this is why I rarely talk about it on here (or anywhere else). It's a lot to take in.
Im sorry its been such a tough year for you.
Sending you all the positive vibes I can 🙂
Thanks. I am getting better (I think). You know, *gasp* growing as a person!
It used to be that when things like this happened, I would wallow in depression and curse the universe for laying so much on me at once (like why do bad things always happen in clusters?). However, recently, I've really, REALLY been trying to remind myself that "things will be okay" and "everything will work out somehow in the end".
I know I do that as a soothing technique because of the "fight or flight" response I get from having generalized anxiety disorder, but it also helps ground me and reminds me that all things pass, good and bad. So I just kinda keep trekkin' along until that happens.
And definitely, some of the folks here help. Especially those I see posts from daily on my friends' list. Some of their words/actions/images are really, really inspiring.4 -
Mulling thoughts this weekend, as introverts are wont to do, and I think I've finally scratched the surface of my procrastination. It's also tied into the reason why I've been super nonchalant about my weight and body image all these decades.
Isn't it insane to allow the memories of ONE event, and my opinions on the decisions of a few people the next day effect me now...to the point where it could detrimentally impact the next 30, 40, 50+ years of my life?
^^ This is potentially a huge mental breakthrough for me so, err, I need to not procrastinate about leveraging its positive momentum.
I'm excited.
If there's one good thing to come out of 2020 and the start of a new decade for me, let it be this realization: stoking the embers of a negative memory or experience won't fuel positivity for my future.19 -
@MaltedTea Let nothing deter you now.3
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KosmosKitten wrote: »
Both of our cats that we had for 13 years (as long as I've been married) died within in a month of one another. It was hard enough to lose my "favorite", even worse when I had to put her brother down because I was watching his slow, arduous death in action otherwise. Essentially, he was starving himself and refusing to eat, drink or do much of anything. His kidneys failed just like his sister and pumping fluids into him might have given him a couple of weeks at best. I feel strongly every day that I still killed him. I know the decision we made was not made lightly and I know it was probably the best we could do for him since we couldn't cure his CRF or prolong his life outside of a week or two, but it still feels like I murdered him and I have tremendous guilt over it.
I'm sorry that you have had so much to cope with, on top of all the pandemic crap.
Making the decision to euthanize a beloved pet is heartwrenching. On the flipside, I probably didn't make it as soon as I should have for two of my former dogs and have tremendous guilt that I may have prolonged their suffering for several days with my inability to come to terms with the inevitable. It's a tough call and I suspect we second-guess ourselves either way. One dog had a massive lung tumour so there's a whole pile of extra guilt from having been a smoker for most of his life and causing that. You did the right thing, and the kindest thing.4 -
Oof. Back last year near Thanksgiving Boyfriend had a psychotic break. He wound up in jail. It was not at all good. He had to spend a week in the hospital when they released him due to broken ribs and a punctured lung, among other things. And other assaults, too. And so he's really having a lot of PTSD issues happening as we get closer to the anniversary date.
I'm working really hard on staying strong so that I can be the person that he needs through this, but it's a lot of work.9 -
KosmosKitten wrote: »
Both of our cats that we had for 13 years (as long as I've been married) died within in a month of one another. It was hard enough to lose my "favorite", even worse when I had to put her brother down because I was watching his slow, arduous death in action otherwise. Essentially, he was starving himself and refusing to eat, drink or do much of anything. His kidneys failed just like his sister and pumping fluids into him might have given him a couple of weeks at best. I feel strongly every day that I still killed him. I know the decision we made was not made lightly and I know it was probably the best we could do for him since we couldn't cure his CRF or prolong his life outside of a week or two, but it still feels like I murdered him and I have tremendous guilt over it.
I'm sorry that you have had so much to cope with, on top of all the pandemic crap.
Making the decision to euthanize a beloved pet is heartwrenching. On the flipside, I probably didn't make it as soon as I should have for two of my former dogs and have tremendous guilt that I may have prolonged their suffering for several days with my inability to come to terms with the inevitable. It's a tough call and I suspect we second-guess ourselves either way. One dog had a massive lung tumour so there's a whole pile of extra guilt from having been a smoker for most of his life and causing that. You did the right thing, and the kindest thing.
I hope so. I wish I knew what he had wanted, but he's was a cat, so he couldn't speak words. But his sudden downhill slog after his sister died probably told me more than I was willing to listen to. He really went.. fast. I know officially it was CRF for the both of them, but I really suspect in my heart of hearts that Magellan actually died from a broken heart. His lifelong companion died and left him alone so he had nothing to live for anymore.
I miss them both.. every day.6 -
"The mind is by nature restless. Begin liberating it from its restlessness; give it peace; make it free from distractions; train it to look inward; make this a habit. This is done by ignoring the external world and removing the obstacles to peace of mind.”
― Ramana Maharshi
i have been listening to a lot of Ramana's teachings on youtube here:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCz6X8QK9_JG49hJxnzAu-1w/videos?view=0&sort=p&flow=grid
they are really enabling me to find peace in my mind, to realize what is real and what is not. meditation is helping immensely too, to get through these challenging times. i'm so grateful for this timeless wisdom6 -
Thank you for this thread, and for all the contributions to it.6
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^ second.5
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I think I project my own *kitten* on others way way WAAAAAY more than I realize, to the point where I almost feel like I'm in a house of mirrors and have no point of reference for what's legit and what are my own projections/assumptions.8
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I think I project my own *kitten* on others way way WAAAAAY more than I realize, to the point where I almost feel like I'm in a house of mirrors and have no point of reference for what's legit and what are my own projections/assumptions.
“I’m not projecting, YOU’RE projecting!”
I feel your comment. Especially online I struggle with it2 -
I think I project my own *kitten* on others way way WAAAAAY more than I realize, to the point where I almost feel like I'm in a house of mirrors and have no point of reference for what's legit and what are my own projections/assumptions.
“I’m not projecting, YOU’RE projecting!”
I feel your comment. Especially online I struggle with it
You could ask, no? Maybe something like, "Is this a 'Me Thing,' a 'You Thing,' or an 'Everybody Thing?'"
Most folks in one's circle - who are more than polite company - may offer something along the lines of a "Yea, bro; same!" because we're not all that different after all...it's just that our levels of vulnerability are set up different.1 -
I think I project my own *kitten* on others way way WAAAAAY more than I realize, to the point where I almost feel like I'm in a house of mirrors and have no point of reference for what's legit and what are my own projections/assumptions.
“I’m not projecting, YOU’RE projecting!”
I feel your comment. Especially online I struggle with it
You could ask, no? Maybe something like, "Is this a 'Me Thing,' a 'You Thing,' or an 'Everybody Thing?'"
Most folks in one's circle - who are more than polite company - may offer something along the lines of a "Yea, bro; same!" because we're not all that different after all...it's just that our levels of vulnerability are set up different.
I like your insight on things -
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today is my dads birthday11
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I think I project my own *kitten* on others way way WAAAAAY more than I realize, to the point where I almost feel like I'm in a house of mirrors and have no point of reference for what's legit and what are my own projections/assumptions.
“I’m not projecting, YOU’RE projecting!”
I feel your comment. Especially online I struggle with it
You could ask, no? Maybe something like, "Is this a 'Me Thing,' a 'You Thing,' or an 'Everybody Thing?'"
Most folks in one's circle - who are more than polite company - may offer something along the lines of a "Yea, bro; same!" because we're not all that different after all...it's just that our levels of vulnerability are set up different.
I don't really have a circle (I have little patience for people, and even less interest)... so I'm talking mostly about what I observe/hear/read... information, behaviors, motivations, trends, etc.1 -
Watching someone grieve just an inch at a time, not being given the opportunity of getting it fully out during a specified timeframe)whether that's a month, a week, a year), but each stage of physical/mental change brings more grief watching new decreases in ability to live, remember, enjoy life the way it used to be....all while trying to take care of someone. And take care of themselves too? That's something that just doesn't get done. And what's there to look forward to at the end of all of it?
Nothing.
I wish I had faith.8 -
Watching someone grieve just an inch at a time, not being given the opportunity of getting it fully out during a specified timeframe)whether that's a month, a week, a year), but each stage of physical/mental change brings more grief watching new decreases in ability to live, remember, enjoy life the way it used to be....all while trying to take care of someone. And take care of themselves too? That's something that just doesn't get done. And what's there to look forward to at the end of all of it?
Nothing.
I wish I had faith.
Nothing more cruel than the Long Goodbye 💔0 -
Watching someone grieve just an inch at a time, not being given the opportunity of getting it fully out during a specified timeframe)whether that's a month, a week, a year), but each stage of physical/mental change brings more grief watching new decreases in ability to live, remember, enjoy life the way it used to be....all while trying to take care of someone. And take care of themselves too? That's something that just doesn't get done. And what's there to look forward to at the end of all of it?
Nothing.
I wish I had faith.
Nothing more cruel than the Long Goodbye 💔
True. I'm currently watching this happen with my grandmother. Her Alzheimer's is slowly progressing to the point where she can no longer remember us, thinks we're strangers all meant to harm her and she is starting to believe she is much younger than she is and that certain life events never happened (for her).
I watched this happen already with my other grandmother a few years ago. It was slow, cruel and in the end? She became a person I never recognized and never thought existed. She was hateful, somewhat racist and just in general a completely different person. And when she left, I saw the hole left by her absence in both our extended family and in my dad's heart. The only "good" thing at the end was that it was over. But nothing was gained from her death outside of memories.6 -
KosmosKitten wrote: »Watching someone grieve just an inch at a time, not being given the opportunity of getting it fully out during a specified timeframe)whether that's a month, a week, a year), but each stage of physical/mental change brings more grief watching new decreases in ability to live, remember, enjoy life the way it used to be....all while trying to take care of someone. And take care of themselves too? That's something that just doesn't get done. And what's there to look forward to at the end of all of it?
Nothing.
I wish I had faith.
Nothing more cruel than the Long Goodbye 💔
True. I'm currently watching this happen with my grandmother. Her Alzheimer's is slowly progressing to the point where she can no longer remember us, thinks we're strangers all meant to harm her and she is starting to believe she is much younger than she is and that certain life events never happened (for her).
I watched this happen already with my other grandmother a few years ago. It was slow, cruel and in the end? She became a person I never recognized and never thought existed. She was hateful, somewhat racist and just in general a completely different person. And when she left, I saw the hole left by her absence in both our extended family and in my dad's heart. The only "good" thing at the end was that it was over. But nothing was gained from her death outside of memories.
That is crushing that you already watched it happen once and have to go through it again, I’m so sorry for you all2 -
KosmosKitten wrote: »Watching someone grieve just an inch at a time, not being given the opportunity of getting it fully out during a specified timeframe)whether that's a month, a week, a year), but each stage of physical/mental change brings more grief watching new decreases in ability to live, remember, enjoy life the way it used to be....all while trying to take care of someone. And take care of themselves too? That's something that just doesn't get done. And what's there to look forward to at the end of all of it?
Nothing.
I wish I had faith.
Nothing more cruel than the Long Goodbye 💔
True. I'm currently watching this happen with my grandmother. Her Alzheimer's is slowly progressing to the point where she can no longer remember us, thinks we're strangers all meant to harm her and she is starting to believe she is much younger than she is and that certain life events never happened (for her).
I watched this happen already with my other grandmother a few years ago. It was slow, cruel and in the end? She became a person I never recognized and never thought existed. She was hateful, somewhat racist and just in general a completely different person. And when she left, I saw the hole left by her absence in both our extended family and in my dad's heart. The only "good" thing at the end was that it was over. But nothing was gained from her death outside of memories.
That is crushing that you already watched it happen once and have to go through it again, I’m so sorry for you all
Is it sad that I'm a bit numb to it because I've watched it happen more than once? My mom is terrified watching her own mother go through this because I think it reminds her that while she's pretty well off now (no underlying health conditions), this particular disease is genetic and might "get" her. Apparently, several family members on both sides have had Alzheimer's or some variation of dementia. If not that, then cancer gets 90% of them. I've only known ONE relative that passed from old age (and they died at 103 when I was 2 or 3 years old). Everyone else died from cancer or some other health complication.
And honestly? I don't know if this is better or worse than watching a grandparent pass from cancer (another slow, cruel and agonizing death). I watched it ravage and destroy my grandad when I was 12 (he died from throat cancer) and then again when I was 22.. I watched my dad's father die from colon cancer. They're all pretty awful ways to go (if you ask me). And I can't answer as to whether it would be better to be dying and know it (cancer) or dying and not know what's going on at all (Alzheimer's). Both are agonizingly slow (in most instances) and both are painful for both the the person suffering and those that love that person.
It's just.. crappy.6 -
@KosmosKitten Thoughts to your family for having to go through that journey...twice. There are certain things human beings shouldn't have to suffer through, whether they're the patient or the care-giver.
There comes a time when decisions a person has to make, need to have the patient's quality of life in consideration more than how much family wants to keep them alive. That's the point my sister is at now; her dh fell for the 3rd time(and of course she's blaming herself 100%)but this last fall resulted in a broken hip. First she was told surgery would be too risky; now she's told they can do surgery tomorrow. The man is 81, final stages of Alzheimer's, heart disease, aneurysm behind his knee that they didn't want to operate on due to risk. I can understand both choices. But neither will be right or wrong.
Every day we get is a gift. Open it wisely, lovingly, and with kindness.7 -
I'm not the praying type but do occasionally ask for special. Today is one of those days. My BIL is undergoing surgery this a.m. Their 54th anniversary is coming in 5 days. Please let them see the day, together, alive, awake, and at least partially smiling.
My sister had no clue what decision would be the best. But then the surgeon told her if they did nothing, he probably wouldn't last the week. If they operate he'd be more comfortable; time is still no guarantee. But it wasn't anyways.
Argh.10 -
I'm not the praying type but do occasionally ask for special. Today is one of those days. My BIL is undergoing surgery this a.m. Their 54th anniversary is coming in 5 days. Please let them see the day, together, alive, awake, and at least partially smiling.
My sister had no clue what decision would be the best. But then the surgeon told her if they did nothing, he probably wouldn't last the week. If they operate he'd be more comfortable; time is still no guarantee. But it wasn't anyways.
Argh.
I hope all goes well, it is very difficult I know from experience. Sending prayers and best wishes too.3 -
I'm not the praying type but do occasionally ask for special. Today is one of those days. My BIL is undergoing surgery this a.m. Their 54th anniversary is coming in 5 days. Please let them see the day, together, alive, awake, and at least partially smiling.
My sister had no clue what decision would be the best. But then the surgeon told her if they did nothing, he probably wouldn't last the week. If they operate he'd be more comfortable; time is still no guarantee. But it wasn't anyways.
Argh.
sending well wishes and positive thoughts that you get the outcome you would like.. 🙏2 -
I'm not the praying type but do occasionally ask for special. Today is one of those days. My BIL is undergoing surgery this a.m. Their 54th anniversary is coming in 5 days. Please let them see the day, together, alive, awake, and at least partially smiling.
My sister had no clue what decision would be the best. But then the surgeon told her if they did nothing, he probably wouldn't last the week. If they operate he'd be more comfortable; time is still no guarantee. But it wasn't anyways.
Argh.
Thinking of you all.. let us know if he comes through ok?1 -
Thank you; your extra thoughts/prayers were helpful! He came through as well as he possibly could have and the surgeon/staff were truly wonderful! It may buy him time, maybe not, but he'll be in less pain and at this point in the game, that's all we can ask for. Plan is for him to go home Tuesday, with PT and a hospital bed.
Thanks so much for allowing me a place to write my worries. I try to stay upbeat in my sister's presence so it's nice to have a place to share my own fears.7 -
@ReenieHJ Reenie, you are wise, wise, wise to stay strong for your sister.
Crying and grieving is human but in a time like this it can bring on more fear. My elders tell me to stay strong for my folks because too much fear is contagious. I might cry in my truck while I'm driving down the road but not in front of them. Fear can bring on more than we need at a time like this.
You're a warrior. Fight for your family. Hold them UP.
Reenie, every family has at least one warrior. Tag, you're it. Stay strong, Woman.
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