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IN MEMORY OF ALL LOST DADS

Losing a parent when you've barely even had a chance to know them is just something else I cannot comprehend. I lost my papa just before I turned a year old. The only memory I have of him is photos...he only had 3 existing photos left behind. I feel and know I love him;...the resemblance and the smile he left portray the hero that brought me to this world. Every Father's Day is a celebration and a moment of silence for the man I did not get a chance to pay my last respect to. I know life would have been better and different if he was present. My life choices would be guided just by the presence of his being. My family would not be broken at such a fragile age. All I can ask is "Why so soon Daddy?" I know someone else was shattered more than I could ever be....My Mama. I write this because her strength has held us two as a family and raised a strong woman inside. Her hard work and sacrifices have broken boundaries. MAY ALL THE SOULS OF OUR LOST PAPAs REST IN ETERNAL PEACE.

Rekindling the lost spark

A couple of days were ahead of us and a chance to say hi finally arrived without haste,in this trance of a first time crush amazed with the universe's grace i by your side with your friend ensured we weren't dry of tales A new month arrived as love magnetized at midnight after being entertained with the imposters we confessed our feelings and a bond got sealed in unison, Ever since the journey began ,exploring love together being the aim ,at first warm and sweet as fudge,sometimes hot and bitter as gal ,through the times we sailed, memories ever truer Down the lane deux years later ,third parties arose ,advices were born and love was torn in a wink a little misunderstanding love was deformed😢 Sad of all the trance got choked and hate reigned for once love became odd ,all the promises becoming null and void and the journey wavy and sad ,a few months in and a few out loverbirds paving way to love corpse ,confused and stuck on moving on

THE LOST TALE

Sitting in the oblivion of my mind I feel the emptiness creeping inside Forsaking my sanity over the memories I ought to work on my sanity... For my broken heart may not mend. All I asked of you was to give me your heart, You however took mine and returned it in pieces Now I am sitting here alone, looking at the space Wondering how to fix my heart that is oh so badly scathed And here I thought, I meant everything to you When we were together I thought we would make a tale to be told You meant ev

if I lost all of my possessions

If I lost all of my possessions, the first thing I would do is assess the situation. What caused the loss? Is there anything I can do to get them back? If not, I would need to figure out how to move forward.

See How Bola Tinubu Lost His Chicago State University Certificate

Reno Omokri Wrote: Leave these desperate people. Go and read the transcript yourselves. What Chicago State University said is very clear. I will summarise them again for you. Bola Tinubu, a male, was admitted, attended and graduated from Chicago State University. That male Bola Tinubu was given a diploma upon graduation. Tinubu swore to an affidavit in June of 2022 stating that his diploma was lost while he was in exile during the Abacha era. When a diploma gets lost, it is replaced by third-par

Lost Girl

She makes wrong decisions, and now, she's lost.

Deep thoughts

This picture is actually with deep message of the person who lost his relationships

"Lost Connections: Solitude and Betrayal in the Digital Age"

Solitude and Betrayal in the Modern Era The disappearance of love and affection among friends and loved ones In this modern age of connectivity and technology's might, Where have you gone, dear friends and loved ones, out of sight? In the corner of cold, silent nights, The glow of televisions casts its blight. A small misunderstanding was the start, But soon it led to a chasm, tearing us apart. Where have love and affection wandered? Why do hearts feel empty and pondered? In the realm of virtual

"Lost Lamb"

It's something about losing your way to your future.

Lost memories

Life hasn’t been easy lately 🥲

Unveiling the Thrill of Chasing Lost Treasures and Ancient Artifacts in Remote Locations

Many many years ago, the allure of hidden treasures and ancient artifacts has captured the imaginations of adventurers and archaeologists alike.

When i was lost

I was burning want to die no more fight no more loss everything was falling part and I was like oh my God this is so hectic I don't want to die this fast but you came and show me how to shine I was in a dark room crying alone darkness was hugging me something was hurting me when I came out of the room I saw the white light that wasn't piercing through my eye does it reminded me of the White Lies that was reason of my falling apart but you came like a Sun gave me light like a Sun I can say you we

Hope is not lost

the lost queen

the powerful queen lost for many year but but someone come and help the villagers to find the queen

The lost temple

This is my painting, water painting.

Lost soulmate

I knew it, From the moment that I fell for you, That you were my soulmate, I could feel it Never have I ever felt so connected to someone, In every possible way, I see a future with you by my side, Something that I've never experienced before I just knew that once I fall for you, I would never be the same again, I was right, But I didn't know how challenging it would actually be I'm falling for you, Over and over again, Like some free fall, Yet I'm never landing to get back up again It's like I

Lost soul

This poem written by me talk about a wayward man, who strayed from "God" And lost his way in life.... It talks about redemption and hopes of being found. Feel free to tip the work and like, for it will go a long way.

Lost in the forest

She wondered into the forest alone

Once Lost paradise

The beautiful river effo

Fear.

I fear being forgotten, my name and face lost in time. Memories of me faded from existence. Binding me to nothingness. So much ambition with zero direction. As time Flys past isolation and a destructive self image emerges fear becomes all consuming my lips speak into existence the pain and suffering as if i were the orical of destruction. My every step seems Beleagure my very existence. Words spoke from frustration have resulted in the futility of salvation. I stand now a statue of irony an exam