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4 graves For the 4 poor children I killed
A story about them
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ุงููุทูุฑ
ุงูู ุฐูุฑุงุช
ุงูุงููุงุฑ ูุงูุชุฎููุงุช ุงูุฌุฏูุฏุฉ
ุงูู ุฐูุฑุงุช
ุงูุงููุงุฑ ูุงูุชุฎููุงุช ุงูุฌุฏูุฏุฉ
โค2
Nada I saw you in him
Forwarded from ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ข๐ค
๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐บ ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด?
โค1
The art of living... is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging to the past on the other
โ Alan Watts
โ Alan Watts
I can't stop bringing the past up
Forwarded from ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ฎ)
I don't own the past
The past owns me
The past owns me