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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. This isn't a memoir.It's not a story.It's the remains.I didn't write this book to heal, inspire, or redeem anything. I wrote it because I was collapsing and needed to leave a trace of what that collapse looked like from the inside. These pages aren't crafted; they're extracted. Every chapter is a piece of me I tore out while I was still breathing.This is what happens when identity rots in real time. When memory thins. When meaning disintegrates. When silence gets loud enough to bruise the inside of your ribs. I didn't shape these thoughts to be comforting or coherent. I wrote exactly what it felt like to exist while falling apart.I don't offer hope. I don't offer resolution. I don't offer anything but the truth I lived: that time is a butcher, not a healer, that forgetting becomes a survival instinct, that the self is something you lose long before anyone notices.If you read this looking for a lesson, you won't find one.If you read it looking for me, you'll only find what was left.This book is the residue of a person dismantled by his own honesty.It's what survived long enough to be written down.And if you see yourself anywhere in it, then you already know why I had to write it.This is not a memoir.This is me.What's left of me.What refuses to die quietly.I am N. Vire.And this is what remains. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. I didn't write this book to inspire you.I wrote it because I was falling apart and needed proof that I existed.Every page is something I ripped out of myself while I was still breathing - pieces of memory, rage, silence, and the kind of honesty that hurts to look at.This isn't a story. It's what's left after the story ends. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

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PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

Couverture souple. Condition: bon. R260220479: 1954. In-8. Broché. Etat d'usage, Couv. défraîchie, Dos fané, Quelques rousseurs. 240 pages - + feuillet en noir et blanc complémentaire - pages non coupées. . . . Classification Dewey : 248-Vie chrétienne et méditations.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. This isn't a memoir.It's not a story.It's the remains.I didn't write this book to heal, inspire, or redeem anything. I wrote it because I was collapsing and needed to leave a trace of what that collapse looked like from the inside. These pages aren't crafted; they're extracted. Every chapter is a piece of me I tore out while I was still breathing.This is what happens when identity rots in real time. When memory thins. When meaning disintegrates. When silence gets loud enough to bruise the inside of your ribs. I didn't shape these thoughts to be comforting or coherent. I wrote exactly what it felt like to exist while falling apart.I don't offer hope. I don't offer resolution. I don't offer anything but the truth I lived: that time is a butcher, not a healer, that forgetting becomes a survival instinct, that the self is something you lose long before anyone notices.If you read this looking for a lesson, you won't find one.If you read it looking for me, you'll only find what was left.This book is the residue of a person dismantled by his own honesty.It's what survived long enough to be written down.And if you see yourself anywhere in it, then you already know why I had to write it.This is not a memoir.This is me.What's left of me.What refuses to die quietly.I am N. Vire.And this is what remains. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. I didn't write this book to inspire you.I wrote it because I was falling apart and needed proof that I existed.Every page is something I ripped out of myself while I was still breathing - pieces of memory, rage, silence, and the kind of honesty that hurts to look at.This isn't a story. It's what's left after the story ends. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. This isn't a memoir.It's not a story.It's the remains.I didn't write this book to heal, inspire, or redeem anything. I wrote it because I was collapsing and needed to leave a trace of what that collapse looked like from the inside. These pages aren't crafted; they're extracted. Every chapter is a piece of me I tore out while I was still breathing.This is what happens when identity rots in real time. When memory thins. When meaning disintegrates. When silence gets loud enough to bruise the inside of your ribs. I didn't shape these thoughts to be comforting or coherent. I wrote exactly what it felt like to exist while falling apart.I don't offer hope. I don't offer resolution. I don't offer anything but the truth I lived: that time is a butcher, not a healer, that forgetting becomes a survival instinct, that the self is something you lose long before anyone notices.If you read this looking for a lesson, you won't find one.If you read it looking for me, you'll only find what was left.This book is the residue of a person dismantled by his own honesty.It's what survived long enough to be written down.And if you see yourself anywhere in it, then you already know why I had to write it.This is not a memoir.This is me.What's left of me.What refuses to die quietly.I am N. Vire.And this is what remains. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.

Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - This isn't a memoir.It's not a story.It's the remains.I didn't write this book to heal, inspire, or redeem anything. I wrote it because I was collapsing and needed to leave a trace of what that collapse looked like from the inside. These pages aren't crafted; they're extracted. Every chapter is a piece of me I tore out while I was still breathing.This is what happens when identity rots in real time. When memory thins. When meaning disintegrates. When silence gets loud enough to bruise the inside of your ribs. I didn't shape these thoughts to be comforting or coherent. I wrote exactly what it felt like to exist while falling apart.I don't offer hope. I don't offer resolution. I don't offer anything but the truth I lived:that time is a butcher, not a healerthat forgetting becomes a survival instinctthat the self is something you lose long before anyone notices.If you read this looking for a lesson, you won't find one.If you read it looking for me, you'll only find what was left.This book is the residue of a person dismantled by his own honesty.It's what survived long enough to be written down.And if you see yourself anywhere in it, then you already know why I had to write it.This is not a memoir.This is me.What's left of me.What refuses to die quietly.I am N. Vire.And this is what remains.

Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. I Am What Remains | N. Vire | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2025 | N. Vire | EAN 9798218873042 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.