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I usually try to write something personal on Sundays. We have such a fucked up colorful family history. I sometimes find it therapeutic write it out as a purging; the anxiety it produces comes out it fits and gasps.

Today I wanted to write about my aunty; my mom’s only sibling. But the anxiety is too high and wordpress won’t let me see what I am writing.

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