Main

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4

site type

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review version

11

html import

20 (imported)

Events

first seen date

2025-01-01 15:04:55

expired found date

-

created at

2025-01-01 15:04:55

updated at

2025-08-04 18:32:43

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Connections

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Server

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-

mp saved date

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Open Graph

title

MouKotha

description

site name

MouKotha

author

updated

2026-03-01 04:55:54

raw text

MouKotha Home MouKotha Healing Paradox July 28th, 2024 I live in a paradox. Sometimes I feel free, sometimes I feel caged. Sometimes I am at peace, sometimes there’s too much noise in my head. Sometimes I feel grateful, sometimes unwanted. Not gonna lie, no matter how hard I laugh or show happiness to the world, there’s always this emptiness inside. The good part is that I’m healing—not fully healed yet, but in the process. The worst part is that I really sympathize with the broken part of me. She was sweet, naive, and thoughtful. She didn’t know much about setting boundaries or saying no, but somehow I feel she was the most alive part of me. I know people never liked that part of me, but more than this mature self, I loved that little girl who just wanted to be loved. She was hungry for it, but now she knows the difference between pudding and poison. It’s good, but yet that part of me was the most realistic part that ever existed on this planet. I know for a fact that sh...

Text analysis

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RSS

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Sitemap

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2

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2025-03-24 01:40:24

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