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David and the head of Golliath.

David and the head of Golliath.

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YOU THOUGHT I WAS OVER????? MY WILL POWER IS BEYOND YOUR REACH, I REVERSED THE STICH, TO KICK THE FLICK AND FLIP THE SCRIPT... I AM NOT DEAD YET, I AM A SUPERSONIC THREAT, FOR THE ONE'S WHO BEEN PLACING THEIR BETS FOR MY DEATH... ©Akhil Kael 🤜🤛 HIT EM BACK

YOU THOUGHT I WAS OVER????? MY WILL POWER IS BEYOND YOUR REACH, I REVERSED THE STICH, TO KICK THE FLICK AND FLIP THE SCRIPT... I AM NOT DEAD YET, I AM A SUPERSONIC THREAT, FOR THE ONE'S WHO BEEN PLACING THEIR BETS FOR MY DEATH... ©Akhil Kael 🤜🤛 HIT EM BACK

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fell of my love...

fell of my love...

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Rain आज बारिश के मौसम ने मुझे फिर कुछ याद दिलाया है । मुझसंग बारिश की बुंदो मे भीगने वाला। अब तक लौट के नही आया है...! fell in love of rain......

Rain आज बारिश के मौसम ने मुझे फिर कुछ याद दिलाया है । मुझसंग बारिश की बुंदो मे भीगने वाला। अब तक लौट के नही आया है...! fell in love of rain......

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of free internet, it was the era of paid opinion. It was the spring of secular poetry, it was the autumn of humanity at war. It was the season of royal luxury, the suffocation of stale smoke. It was the epoch of spectacular stages, and the epic of finer masks. It was the bright days of crowded streets, it was the gloomy nights of empty homes. It was the fragrant time for love, it was the solemn hour of insanity. It was the unchained midnight of free women, it belonged to the hangover of freed beasts. A tale of two cities: Head and Heart #YQBaba

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of free internet, it was the era of paid opinion. It was the spring of secular poetry, it was the autumn of humanity at war. It was the season of royal luxury, the suffocation of stale smoke. It was the epoch of spectacular stages, and the epic of finer masks. It was the bright days of crowded streets, it was the gloomy nights of empty homes. It was the fragrant time for love, it was the solemn hour of insanity. It was the unchained midnight of free women, it belonged to the hangover of freed beasts. A tale of two cities: Head and Heart #YQBaba