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SHE IS ME

She is tired No one noticed She fake her smile To escape everything for a while She carries a heavy heart Trying not to burst it out She loves to be alone Get drunk and drawn She is great at pretending Acting like nothings happen But when the night comes She's opposite as you think Being in the dark Is what she loves She can cry 'Til she fall asleep

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Engaging local communities in orphan care efforts

The responsibility of caring for orphans is a collective societal obligation that transcends boundaries and engages communities at multiple levels. This blog explores how local communities can actively participate in orphan care efforts, particularly in areas such as Malaysia, where numerous initiatives are underway. By addressing key questions surrounding orphan care, we can foster a deeper understanding and commitment to these efforts. What Role Do Local Communities Play in Supporting Orphan C

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Door and Window Repair Near Me: Keeping Your Home Secure and Efficient

Doors and windows are the unsung heroes of any home—offering security, light, and a connection to the outside world. But when they creak, stick, or crack, they can quickly become a source of frustration. That’s where a search for "door and window repair near me" comes in, connecting you with local experts who can restore these vital features to top shape. In this article, we’ll dive into why door and window repair near me is a go-to solution, what it entails, its benefits, and how to find the ri

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HE WAS WOUNDED FOR ME.

His death on Calvary's tree, made me who I am today, His suffering on Golgotha, gave me a better life. His resurrection, gave me a hope for eternity.

Thats me 💫

Made by myself

👑Congratulations👑 Best of luck! Let every moment of life be colorful 🌈💖

May you have the most beautiful life in this beautiful world. May every dream, every hope be fulfilled, live a thousand years.

Beautiful Painting ❤️❤️

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Changing culture

Hello everyone I'm new here will you support me

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Why Minions are the Real Heroes of Despicable Me

Minions, the small, yellow, and irresistibly charming creatures of the Despicable Me franchise, have captured hearts worldwide with their childlike behavior and unique language, Minionese. Originating from the creative minds of Eric Guillon, Pierre Coffin, and Chris Renaud, these characters, particularly Kevin, Stuart, and Bob, star in both the Minions (2015) and Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022), spotlighting their journey from Switzerland to America in search of a new villain to Why Minions are

The Summer Vacation That Destroyed Me

Gloria I cruised up a hill, pressing the gas a little harder as I glanced at the clock on the dash, less than half an hour, and I’d be there. As I hit the peak of the rolling hill and picked up speed on the other side, I shifted my foot to the brake to slow my descent, but the pedal felt… squishy. The resistance that was usually there had disappeared and the car didn’t slow. I pressed the brake harder, slamming my foot against the useless pedal as adrenaline flashed through me like a bomb explod

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

DARK HOUR

A stound of loneliness Filled with silence Gazing at the unseen shadows Silent as a wind. A period of breakdown, Time of comfort, Moment of hopelessness And hour of resilience. It's like a season, The most silent of all When one gets to reason. It is the DARK HOUR

Love poem in ancient arabic. By me🥰

Love poem

Let Me In Leiley

The poem is about revealing our authentic fronts and pain to those who care, or taking a torn heart to a tailor of hearts for amendment.