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				<title>Munirq posted an update:  I thought I had it under control, just a few drinks [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 08:53:32 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> I thought I had it under control, just a few drinks to unwind after a long day. But now, I can&#8217;t go a single day without it. My hands shake, my thoughts are scattered, and the bottle has become my constant companion. My friends see me laughing, having fun, but they don&#8217;t understand the turmoil inside. Deep within, I&#8217;m screaming for help,&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Munirq posted an update: I kept telling myself it wasn't real, that the [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 16:06:06 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I kept telling myself it wasn&#8217;t real, that the symptoms would just vanish on their own. Denial became my refuge, a way to avoid facing the truth. But as my health declined, I couldn’t ignore the reality any longer—I had HIV. I&#8217;m just 16 and in SHS. My maths teacher proposed to me when I was in SHS 1 and I accepted his proposal. I am not a bad&hellip;</p>
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