Teenage years

Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 B
🌼 4. And the other half of you was still growing You were: naïve in some ways; inexperienced socially ; trusting; soft ; unarmed . That’s not lack of intelligence. That’s lack of exposure. You didn’t have adults teaching you the “street rules” of life. So you learned them later, the hard way. But that doesn’t erase the sharpness you did have.
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Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Last part
🌙 “How could I have forgotten all of this?” Because life pulls us in a thousand directions. Because adulthood layers over childhood like sediment. Because pain, distance, and responsibilities bury the softer memories. But they don’t disappear. They wait.
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Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 5
A world where purity was called naivety/ A life where exams intertwined us/ A glimpse of an adult you remember for life He saw: • a girl who didn’t pretend • a girl who answered honestly • a girl who didn’t have access to luxuries • a girl who worked hard • a girl who had dignity despite scarcity . His smile wasn’t mocking. It was respectful. He recognized your sincerity — and maybe even admired it.
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Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own - Part 2
During elementary school, we sometimes had to move. For entire seasons. Entire school semesters. When the drought came one year, a bird disease also appeared. Grandma, one of the most famous breeders in our village, for birds, chickens, and geese, lost everything! And we lost the peace of of mind for the next day. We had to move to another village. Near our Aunt, sister of my father.
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He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
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Should I Permit Him?
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He Deceived Me To Sleep With A Dog
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The Time I Never Had
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After He Was Gone: Part 2
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After he was gone, I was swallowed by a feeling I couldn’t name; something raw and tangled, like a knot tightening deep in my chest. For nineteen years, I wished he’d come back while he
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Drowning. Content Warning.
When someone drowns They drown in silence They don't scream they dont yell its quiet suffering knowing any second can be your last
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