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Simply Devoted💎🦋🕊️

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WHO AM I???😑😔💔~Story of my life🥀🥀---------by Benniedia🦋🦋🕊️

🦋. 🦋. 🦋. 🦋 **** "WHO ARE YOU?!!"😡 Her head lowered in shame, May felt more worthless than ever...The only little amount of courage she had managed to put together in her entire life, got deformed into tiny shreds of rubbish....The more the question, 'Who are you' resounded in her head like a prolonged echo, the stronger the defeat that had seated in her for long, laid it's firm grip on her neck, choking out the minutest trace of confidence and hope. Moments like these occurred often,

WHO AM I???😑😔💔~Story of my life🥀🥀---------by Benniedia🦋🦋🕊️
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greatbishop30

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Best of me

Always see yourself as the best don't think about what people think about you

Best of me
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Guest

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A life of a story on wheels

A life of a story on wheels

Bigbossfalz

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22 vital moves of taking care of oneself you really want to initiate live a blissful life.

How to live a happy life

22 vital moves of taking care of oneself you really want to initiate live a blissful life.
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Kwealth Tv

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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.

JOURNAL OF A WHORE
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Ch Hritik Bhati

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Drop of love ❤

Love is life

Drop of love ❤
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Shah56

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Story of poor little girl

“The Poor Little Girl” is one of the outstanding stories of the first biannual International Short Story Contest 2017 written by Rachel Wilhelm, USA. The Poor Little Girl One freezing cold New Year’s Eve, a little girl roamed the dark streets. She wore no hat, no mittens, no coat, she only wore torn rags. She also had no name so she called herself Pat, short for Patricia. Pat stood, staring through a window of a big house and watched as people danced and sang and ate roasted turkey. Then suddenly she ran “home“, which was between two buildings, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Why did she have to be who she was? Why couldn’t she have all the rich food that she wanted? But she couldn’t answer these questions, so she just cried to herself. The next morning the sun came up through the mountains and spread its colors over the land but the fog was too thick and only let a dim light through. Pat stood up and started walking towards the streets to do her rounds of begging for spare pe

Story of poor little girl
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DominionPedrochi

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Story of my life 2

Story of my life 2
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Mudassir

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Beautiful picture of baby with fountain.

The bottom line is that you should go to beautiful places for refreshments

Beautiful picture of baby with fountain.
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Millionaire choice

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Shadow- the story of my life

In 2001, I was 11 years old. Everything was fine. I went to school, I played with my friends and so on. But, my ordinary life suddenly shook by a stranger insidence. On 12th March, 2001. Our school arranged a camp near our town Woods. It was nearly evening our school’s seniors were busy making the camp side along with the teachers. And the juniors were busy playing with one another. I and my best friend James were planning to scape the camp side and go to the woods to search for ghosts. Then we

Shadow- the story of my life
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Greatdorlin Wisdom

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Raising your power of observance: The Art of getting Un-busy

The Art of getting Un-Busy I promised earlier that I will create a post about this and this is it, get ready for value. It's 6:00am I should have gotten up by 5:00am. So I quickly get up, brush my teeth, take my bath and get running to work. When I woke up I didn't notice the rising of the sun, I didn't notice the chirping birds, I didn't notice the leafs flying allround that was raised by the winds. All my focus was get to work, work, work, work. So I recycle the same lifestyle over and over ag

Raising your power of observance: The Art of getting Un-busy
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Mujtaba Ali

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Bangash

This is my 1st Post, follow me guyZ.....

Bangash
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Don Juzi

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Smiles of love

The smiles of love, that creates purity in everyone, you are the one I was looking for, and when I looked at you I smiled with love, the power of smiles makes me feel loved.

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Chinnu

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Life of an orphan

Couple bringing up an abandoned child

Life of an orphan
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Nahid1988

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Colour of speech

Random colour for life

Colour of speech
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Nazmul Hossain Raz

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Love is the beginning of everything in life; it leads to unimaginable happiness.

Love is an intense/deep liking and affection from someone. Feelings are deceptive and sometimes what we perceive as love could be something else. Love is a process and loving someone happens slowly and then quickly. Love doesn't happen overnight

Love is the beginning of everything in life; it leads to unimaginable happiness.
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Nahid1988

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Life of water

Water is important life

Life of water
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Khatri

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Natural beauty

Deserts in Africa

Natural beauty
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Jiamaher

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Life quotes

This picture is about life.

Life quotes
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DominionPedrochi

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The story of my life(Series)

My life is that of success and victory parade

The story of my life(Series)
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