Maybe I am a quitter. But I didn’t give up on life. I toll all through the day to keep food on my plate. And end up in tears every night. Hunger was the fire, peace was the wood…
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Society
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The style of fashion changes over time. At times it’s the less you cover, The more you blossom. The more attacking souls towards you, The… You blossom. But that doesn’t change the souls…
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Bawling and bellowing, Baby Brexit Boasts – he is blooming and bound for Blighty: A brat bred at the behest of Boris the Bully and the bigwig bosses at the Brexecutive Bigotry Board…
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