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Best posts made by Haunter
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RE: GIVE ME YOUR BEST JOKE!
@Musa7 why did mr nose refuse to go to school?.....
Because he was tired of getting picked on.
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RE: Why long distance relationships are doomed to fail
Wow!That's quite the debate 🌹
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Love and friendship
BY EMILY BRONTË
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
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How was your day?🙂
Howdy stranger? How's your day been, well mine's been great 🤗 and I'm looking forward for tomorrow..yaaay😉 can't wait.
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RE: What was the weirdest thing y'all did as a child?
I talked to a picture of a dog
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RE: Chat anyone? 😊
@itsaria how desperate are you? If very ,i got a few ideas😏
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Have you found your purpose in life?
For decades, psychologists have studied how long-term, meaningful goals develop over the span of our lives. The goals that foster a sense of purpose are ones that can potentially change the lives of other people, like launching an organization, researching disease, or teaching kids to read.
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RE: I miss summer! A lot!!
18 was good for me.... Hawaii natives be the best..lol
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RE: I’m looking for a boy named Nick he is 15 years old and my finger slipped on the leave button 😞
@Aj_14F said in I’m looking for a boy named Nick he is 15 years old and my finger slipped on the leave button 😞:
Hey if ur Nick 15 years old then please this is my insta—. cats_xlovex
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RE: Damn human life!!
@Allison i know but"fuck life" is my mood right now.
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Harvest of death!!!
Our heart wrecks in pain and agony,
And our hopes dewax with heat of torture,
As watersof displeasure map our faces,
While we grind in painful laughter,
Beholding death bodies of our love one's.Here and there they lie on the street of lekki,
Like dead leaves of harmattan season,
Scattered abode by the ravages of gunfire,
Unleashed by our disguised Messiah,
Whose blessing yielded evil harvestOur mothers wail and choke in confusion,
While heartbreak crawls on faces of our fathers,
As their children lie lifeless,
Our sisters roll in the dust of misfortune,
Watching their brothers Journey to meet
their ancestors.You swore to be our Messiah,
Protecting our lives and property,
Battling corruption and upholdingpeace and unity,
But you turn out a demon,
Extorting us, killing us, harassing us and stealing from us,You call your self our friend,
Pretendingto be nice,
Yet so dangerous and poisonous inside.
Police may be noble and friendly
But definitely not in America -
I a wierd kinda way,
Did you ever crush on a girl/boy that was way out of your league so hard that you made out with a strand of their hair 👉👌🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪
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Stop police brutality!
say it with your whole black mouth
BY DANEZ SMITHi am alive by luck at this point. i wonder
often: if the gun that will unmake me
is yet made, what white birthwill bury me, how many bullets, like a
flock of blue jays, will come carry my black
to its final bed, which photo will be usedto water down my blood. today i did
not die and there is no god or law to
thank. the bullet missed my headand landed in another. today, i passed
a mirror and did not see a body, instead
a suggestion, a debate, a blankpost-it note there looking back. i
haven't enough room to both rage and
weep. i go to cry and each tear turnsto steam. I say I matter and a ghost
white hand appears over my mouth