Main

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4

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review version

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html import

20 (imported)

Events

first seen date

2024-09-15 21:49:32

expired found date

-

created at

2024-09-15 21:49:32

updated at

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Server

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Open Graph

title

Life between the lines

description

In-between: The dash

site name

Life between the lines

author

updated

2026-03-01 04:16:44

raw text

Life between the lines – In-between: The dash Skip to content Life between the lines In-between: The dash The 51st summer I  look back often, sort of living in reverse. I reach out to the young girl I used to be whom I loved. I try to find when my life stopped, where, when or how I lost that girl I used to be.i can’t answer why if I don’t know where we split. She s so much more than a memory. She’s neither within nor in the periphery of my everyday. Did she birth me or did I outgrow her? How? The 51st summer but I’m stuck at one. Life repurposed us. Is it of any consequence that I too had a say in it or did I? Every hour, every minute and every second counts but  the culmination speaks volume. What do I make of time?  I don’t want it to get away from me anymore. Thus each breath, each minute, second and moment is a lifetime. I can’t repurpose trauma. It clings. It lingers. It gives me an air of strength. Unbreakable. Bonded. Unyielding. Posted by Lif...

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Sitemap

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