It is my daily prayer and ardent endeavor as a volunteer teacher assistant,
to help at least one child each day, tear down walls of trepidation, and discover, that there is absolutely nothing, no nothing, if they are willing and believing, that they cannot ultimately learn.
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If the ethnicity of a race remains pure as God had intended: He would be very pleased.
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Perfect is a word to describe a person or thing that we look up to or that is pleasing to the eye. Nothing is truly perfect. The same is said in Romans 3:10-12.
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ma rea ns pussy coward rapists cia tapusts iiiii eye won durr y rea lease meow ma claws ur d one my ho ho hoe tho no bitch now free y kids i did all of them my kuds of rape i freed myself so you blind them and try to sell?
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ma rea ns pussy coward rapists cia tapusts iiiii eye won durr y rea lease meow ma claws ur d one my ho ho hoe tho no bitch now free y kids i did all of them my kuds of rape i freed myself so you blind them and try to sell?
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Call or tell me clearly that your family is ready for our marriage in society.18th of Jan 2024 in my village no problem for managing money just head gear please in trupti temple I don't want to be boald.so that you can't sit on my head please
With love
Jagdish bajantri
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Art, when successful, separates from the artist and takes on a life of its own. Freely released — to go forth and multiply.
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If we take a closer look at the common business terms, 'risk or return', they might easily be replaced by loss or gain. Going further, these borders may at times be redefined, until their naked truth is shown;
that of pleasure or pain.
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful.
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Zaida power power na Kiya karo tumhara luli tahra ho Jana hai phir Hakeem dhondtay phiro gay, bus kar day please Teri vajah say soap,saban mehanga ho gaya hai,tun to khareed lay ga gareeb kia thok say Kam chalay ga?
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Should you hear a war is started somewhere, it is the war itself make you upset. Shoud I hear, it is a reminder of how I was born, how I grew up as orphan, how I was not all allowed to be in school nor in my home, and how I was all miraculously hiding myself from every morning's and night's soldiers' fight, that make me not only upset, but feel a flashback of being killed over time. I am a middeleastern.
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Zafar Bhai please kahin shariq ki Tarah mujhay bhi Kisi factory, office, room, me Bula kar ya flat me lay ja kar moot ka inj
Laga kar eternal sleep na sula Daina ICT.
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Please give yourself to me
I promise I will abuse you properly.
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Tum log Meray andar mazeed Kitnay Lund waro gay please ab bus karo jaan chor do.
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"Upon my lap it's safe garden pleasance,
deep in its soul a rumbling purr."
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Oye fraudiye tun Kaisa dramay baaz Pagal hai alaj ki xarorat tujhay hai aur tekay tun
Mujhay lagwa raha hai Zafar tun nafrat say Pagal hota ja raha please apna alaj karwa.
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A warning to many men: never guess what's going on in a woman's mind. Women are at least times smarter than us, men. Yes, I am talking to you and me. Hebert Logerie
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I am tired of being a soft target,
Please I want to quit peacefully,
No injections no bullets Firing.
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Please no more weham nafsiyat GAME.
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Please no tekay no goliyan no violence.
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Zafar Bhai tum nay mujhay teka lagwa diya hai please ab to mera jaan chor do please.
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Please no goli and no teka just Love.
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Perfect the tactic of utilising absence to raise interest, and when interest has gotten really high, you release your idea.
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Me shareef ho gaya hun please mera jaan chor do meri bund pay teka na lagana.
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Please don't touch me.
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Please mujhay goli mat khilana.
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Forgiveness isn't an easy art, It calls for courage to play its part, To release the anger and grudges long held, And in its place, compassion is compelled.
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With forgiveness, we find release, A soothing balm that grants us peace, For in its grace, we learn to let go, Embracing healing's gentle flow.
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Behind every comely, pleasant face, theres a story you may never know, the smile you see may hide a sorrow, or a pain that face refuses to show.
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