my lands of voidmy fertile soil , turned into a barren wasteland my sweet air my sweet water, poisoned with the ashes of the fallen my great and faithful folk is nothing more than a nation of suffering undead my proud cities once escalated to sky high proudly, my freshing waterworks, my charming gardens they now lie in ruins and my blue seas are blackened, all birds turned dead but ravens wandering the darkness, no signs of life can be seen in my grey skyline no buildings, no hope, no memorial of past glories but still, only the temples are standing with all their pride the temples dedicated to yourmy lands of void
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How come you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose?
The Conspiracy, My Anthro Adventure comic
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a true believer is a STRANGER among Muslims.
Expand your knowledge.
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"Ooh baby, we got him now! There's no escape from the airport!"
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Önemli olmak iyidir ama iyi olmak daha önemlidir.
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Bir dize yazıyorum, dünyayı yazıyorum; ben varım; dünya
var.
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Önemli olmak iyidir ama iyi olmak daha önemlidir.
Philx
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"The Camera Won't Make You Beautiful"
Solar Eye Photography
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