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In the quiet struggles of survival, a warrior's strength is born, not in war but in resilience. ©Srinivas In the quiet struggles of survival, a warrior's strength is born, not in war but in resilience.

In the quiet struggles of survival, a warrior's strength is born, not in war but in resilience. ©Srinivas In the quiet struggles of survival, a warrior's strength is born, not in war but in resilience.

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The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it. - Moliere ©Puspita Dash #leafbook The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it. - Moliere

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it. - Moliere ©Puspita Dash #leafbook The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it. - Moliere

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White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes

White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes

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White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes

White Like a humid soil Of no place In no where My space is kind To embrace roots Of a flower It can be a she Or seeds of my own Determination I am a different frequenceer And belong behind the Lone mountains Where i still take My youth to escape The currents of unloved caresses. ©Sup_holster soil #sad_quotes