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				<title>ANNA_IN_HIDING posted an update: This guy and I had been chatting on Instagram for weeks. [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/850/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 19:11:10 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This guy and I had been chatting on Instagram for weeks. He was sweet, always hyping me up in my DMs, and seemed like the kind of guy who’d take you seriously. One evening, he invited me over to his place in Labone, saying he wanted to cook for me. I was impressed cuz most guys would just suggest takeout. <span>When I got there, the dinner was&hellip;</span></p>
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				<title>Pokuaa posted an update: Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/849/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 13:34:59 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. She’s a devout Christian and insists that everyone in the house goes to service. The thing is, I haven’t actually been to church in months. Instead, I use that time to hang out with friends at East Legon. We drink, eat, and talk until it’s time to go home.</p>
<p>When I get back, I always&hellip;</p>
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				<title>CINDYKAY posted an update: There’s this guy on campus who’s practically a [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/848/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 09:53:58 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There’s this guy on campus who’s practically a celebrity. He’s tall, good looking, and always hanging out at the basketball court. Every time I pass by, I can’t help but notice how all the girls fawn over him. During hall week, there was a bonfire night, and I spotted him in the crowd. For the first time, he wasn’t surrounded by people, so I&hellip;</p>
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				<title>StoryTeller87 posted an update: @There’s something unequivocally difficult about mourning [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/847/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 21:48:09 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@There’s something unequivocally difficult about mourning the loss of a parent that’s still alive. It’s a foreign and restless void that never really receives the closure it needs. It’s a constant and resonating voice in the back of your mind that tells you you’re different. Your family is different. It tells you you’re not good enough and&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Luni posted an update: 
I wake up with a pounding head, knowing I drank too [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/844/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate>

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I wake up with a pounding head, knowing I drank too much again. Another promise broken, another morning of regret. I told myself I&#8217;d quit, but alcohol has become my only friend. It&#8217;s a friend that has cost me everything—my job, my family, my home. I&#8217;ve watched my life unravel, piece by piece, because of my addiction. But here I am, standing at&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-844"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/844/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Fi posted an update: In 24 hours, my dad is going to share the news of his [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/843/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 19:22:17 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 24 hours, my dad is going to share the news of his new wife and introduce us to his kids. In less than 24 hours, he is going to manage to destroy us without even trying. Well, I guess he did try. He doesn&#8217;t realise we already know of his &#8220;other family&#8221; and that this new wife has been in his life since we were little kids. </p>
<p>He doesn&#8217;t realize&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Kofi posted an update: My name is Emmanuel, and I'm a 25-year-old graduate [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/841/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 23:20:05 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My name is Emmanuel, and I&#8217;m a 25-year-old graduate from UESD, Somanya. I&#8217;m currently living the Accra. Growing up, I was always an excellent student and a bit of a loner. But when I got to university, everything changed.<br />
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I was introduced to a new world of freedom and experimentation. At first, it was just about having fun and trying new&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-841"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/841/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Mina posted an update: My man and I were very close. Some people thought we [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/838/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 22:33:03 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My man and I were very close. Some people thought we were brother and sister because people claim we look alike. you know when you walk with someone for too long sometimes you unconsciously copy certain mannerisms and might be to look alike. We were cool, until I got a job offer in another country and distance stood between us.</p>
<p>At first, we made&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Abigail posted an update: Hm. I don’t even know how it happened. One minute, he was [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/836/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 22:22:25 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hm. I don’t even know how it happened. One minute, he was my best friend, the person I could complain to about anything like lecturers, life, you name it and the next, he was the only thing I could think about. Ei? </p>
<p>We were walking back from class, laughing about how our lecturer thought he was some kind of stand-up comedian. He nudged me with&hellip;</p>
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