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Bowel 25

Late Birthday Post. Travelling To 25th Lane There were days when we grew hips and tended to our hair, mostly because we were cautious for our bodies, not for the rightful reasons but for the luxury of growing up, becoming a girl fully aware of the attraction we hold on boys. It was like melted wax, a light bubbling along…
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Daring Transitions

  I don’t know why but my childhood memories usually appear faint. A deja vu feeling, wandering thoughts or some sort of significance connection is what makes me remember things. Things I had seen and the little things I had done like a child playing in the mud. I was washing plates by the sink when my thoughts ran back…
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Buckle My Shoe

  I remember the songs now. Halfway. The one we chant late into the night. It meant anything to me now But It catches my fancy today. And it somehow spreads a thin line of an awkward smile across my sullen cheeks. I have had enough to deal with inwardly that the chorus seeped through my mind and somehow want…
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Identity

  http://<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/identity/”>Identity</a> On the question of IDENTITY. I Am Me, You Are Not. I is another.  Arthur Rimbaud. There comes a point in many people’s lives when they can no longer play the role they have chosen for themselves. When that happens, we are like actors finding that someone has changed the play. Brian Moore. How do you see…
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