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اسے کہو کہ کبھی لوٹ کر جو آئے وہ گزشتہ سال کے لمحے بھی ساتھ لائے وہ Tell him to come back He also brought last year's moments with him It knocks on the thought of death like this He also used to sing songs of happiness to me He claimed to understand the sufferings of the dead Come and laugh with me sometime I know he can't stay Witness! He also brought all his rutjages I am very sad to see him go away Sometimes he wakes me up in my dream Nabila Khan

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You shouldn't judge someone easily

David and Juliet were beautiful friends living together. At some point, David traveled to another state for a better job. After some years, he came back for his girlfriend Julie. He met her with another man in her home. David never asked who the man was but concluded that his girlfriend was cheating on him. Juliet tried to explain, but he didn't give her any attention or listen. "Please, listen to me," she pleaded, but David left the relationship.

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PURE KISSES

A short admirable love story you will love to read.

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Lady of the sky

Look the sky u will see how bright it is as a lady ur future is bright don't damage it okay

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BE YOUR SELF

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.

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Growing old

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath? —Yes, but not this alone.

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Choices

Appreciate choices💖😊💖

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Butter pea's seed Significant

Butter pea seeds, also known as lima beans, hold significant importance in the world of agriculture, nutrition, and sustainable farming. These small, cream-colored legumes possess a host of benefits that make them a valuable addition to various aspects of human life. From nourishing our bodies to enhancing the environment, butter pea seeds play a crucial role in promoting overall well-being and ecological balance.

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Blackbird

How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly, while the Blackbird sings. How soft the love light of the West reposes On this green valley's cheery solitude, On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel Its bubbling freshness—while the Blackbird sings.

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