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Whole ass mood
this part was deleted! thank you for posting this i thought i was imagining
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Gaza Does Not Die… But We Are Bleeding ✊
I am Musab Ahmed. I once had a home, I once had a life… but now, everything I knew is nothing but rubble. My house was completely destroyed by the relentless bombing that took away even our memories.
My body did not escape this war—I was injured in my shoulder, underwent surgery, but I still need another operation to regain my full mobility. Yet, the greatest pain is not mine… it’s the pain of my daughter Lama, whose little hand could not withstand the bombing. She was injured and had to have a metal plate implanted in her hand, and we are still struggling to get her the treatment she needs.
All we ask for is a chance to live… A life that was stolen from us under the bombs and destruction. We need your support to continue our treatment and to try and rebuild what’s left of us.
Help us stay strong—Gaza is bleeding.
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if i was stuck in a room witha crocodile id gain its trust and we would escape together
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sorry its just that ever since i grew these goat horns overnight ive just had the constant urge to headbutt you really hard
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fairy tale
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workplace pda
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collecting posts of this type
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What if Mob would've never got back his body and became a lost spirit?
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White House at Night (1890) by Vincent van Gogh
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100 pieces of water to go please.