Take a Breath.
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Hi I'm Ginny Lynn. In my opinion, of which I hope I am entitled to is that; it is a name of such greatness. However if a stranger got caught into the unfortunate situation of speaking my name out loud, they'd have to be highly skilled with the topic of pronunciation. My life as such, is not that great. I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Thyroid Cancer (Metastasis) at the age of 15. A horrifically shitty disease of which corrupts ones lungs with intoxicating fluid. Leading one to loose the privilege of breathing. Of which, I am unsurprisingly, dying (literally) to potentially regain this privilege. People around me believe I am depressed. I like to think of it as taking some time off from the outside world. This is my story.
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