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Unwelcome memories creep up on me. Betrayal by individuals I loved most of all in this world, Family. Those that I (mistakenly) thought loved me. One dead and gone having gotten the painful death she deserved, murdered by cancer. One still alive thrives even after committing heinous crimes against women. I stir my tea and speculate, peer down into the brown liquid viscous with honey, fishing for an answer as to why. The teabag tag shouts at me from the edge of the mug "Recognize that the other person is you"
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