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Ranjit Singh

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My daughter is my life

My daughter is my life
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NEWSOLO

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Beautiful Queen of Africa

It all about the natural beauty through this picture you can see the black gold of africa we only mine them with the help of our camera

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RahmanBest

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Ancient Egyptian statues history pictures

Ancient Giptian Sattues History Pictures That Still Make History Today

Ancient Egyptian statues history pictures
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Billy226

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birthday cake

very good festive moments with the children and the family

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Childhood friend

Two kids start a beautiful pure love in there childhood

Childhood friend

Ricco1517

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Origin Of Colours and Patterns.

The event that display the Origin of Colours,Fact and Significance.

Origin Of Colours and Patterns.
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Guest

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The Untold Stories

There are so many things happening in our life which we are not able to tell anyone. Some makes us cry others can make us laugh. Here I am trying to give words to my untold stories.

Asirissck

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Little hearts

Most sensitive little hearts

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Housco

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Picture

Love you

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sonship

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Life Was Not Supposed To Die

How can a fish sink?

Life Was Not Supposed To Die
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SUPPORT WORLD 🌎🌎 Donetion

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Sant Kabir

1440, Varanasi, Jaunpur, IndiaKabir, (Arabic: “Great”) (born 1440, Varanasi, Jaunpur, India—died 1518, Maghar), iconoclastic Indian poet-saint revered by Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs.

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Fabulous

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Art

Art is a universal language and like they say music is art

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Liyatura

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5_Emotional Short Stories That Will Make You Cry Instantly

1_The Hardest Bullets 2_The Kiss 3_Lesson For Everyone 4_The Sweeter Apple 5_Without Your Love, I would Die

5_Emotional Short Stories That Will Make You Cry Instantly
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Felikz

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SHORT STORIES

LAUGH OO Back in secondary school , I was very poor in maths. During exams, I’d get between 2% and 8% . The results used to be announced sequentially, that is from the lowest to the highest marks. So I would always be the first or second to be called out and flogged. One day, the maths results were announced and my name wasn’t among the first to be called out. The teacher got to 30%, 40%, 50%, 60% and 70%, still my paper had not been called out. Everyone in the class kept looking at me asking, “

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Fatema

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Childhood

This is the golden time of life in childhood.Its so mesmerising when we are free from all tensions for future.I love my childhood.

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Salka park

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Stories

Hi. I'm a storywriter Who wants to read one of the stories

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Valid9

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Old dairies

Old dairies
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akBright

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Zion

This is Zion, Wizkid Son.

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Mahi

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The game of destine

Reality depends on destine

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Tears

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HEARTBREAKS WITH AGE

Tell me you've not been hurt before and I'll have hope in humanity! The older we get the more vulnerable we become because we think our experiences have made us handle relationships better...the past made us stronger...deceits more clear...forgiveness more obvious....the uncertainities predictable....our love certainly decisional and mostly WE BECOME LIBERAL. As I sit right here almost 2am in the night Kenyan time I am filled with tears. Because aging has not protected my heart from being broken. Dating and experience has not made me immune to emotions. Compromise has not provided me with my soulmate. Tears run down my cheeks because I am no longer a child but a mature lady crushed in my vulnerabilities. Love has no school, heartbreaks have no degrees. The older I get the more I fear to love unconditionally and whole heartedly and miss out on true happiness. I am still crying because the world cannot save me from myself and I cannot tell who to give these broken pieces anew.

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