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𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓁𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓈
𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓁𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓈
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nabihasarwari
Nabiha :
you ate alot but what was the first afghan song called and tell me the name of the first song in English
2026-08-29 07:27:39
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nelfrsecond_
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all eyes on shakill😍😍
2026-08-29 01:53:31
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user.102465
$$ :
Left no crumps 😍😍
2026-08-28 11:11:00
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allah_ismylord5
𝓐𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓸 :
wait where was thiss?
2026-08-29 06:41:34
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hzeii313
𝓗 :
holyyy😍
2026-08-28 10:15:48
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sanoo369
SanOo Mohammadi :
دخترایی افغاااان🥰🥰🥰
2026-08-29 12:05:53
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nxx4___1
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Which country is this ??
2026-08-29 12:25:59
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eli :
Ateeeee the dance floor upppp
2026-08-29 01:13:29
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user_fati.1
Fatima :
you guys ateeeee
2026-08-29 00:23:32
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vvtishaa_
latisha :
my girllll
2026-08-28 10:22:16
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zehra.bm233
Z.M :
NOOOOOO I ACTUALLY LOVE THISSSS
2026-08-28 10:21:47
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zohraa31372
žøh_řa :
Ate that😍😍
2026-08-28 10:15:26
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muzhgan78
🥀M S🥀 :
😩 awwwwwww beautiful 🌷💞💞💞
2026-08-28 17:43:45
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user17162726
𝓝𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓪𝓪𝓪𝓪 :
HOLLYYYYY
2026-08-28 10:23:34
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nelfrsecond_
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KILLED ITT😍😍
2026-08-28 10:19:45
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vvtishaa_
latisha :
absolutely love this
2026-08-28 10:22:22
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user._.2410
𝒮𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓈𝒽 :
Ateeee
2026-08-28 10:18:30
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zxhaal
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Wowww shakil mo ❤️😍
2026-08-29 02:38:17
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madina.rezai4
Madina Rezai :
Hi
2026-08-29 08:11:59
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unknown.uzr110
unknown.uzr110 :
Can I have song names???
2026-08-29 03:57:57
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👌👌👌👌
2026-08-28 12:13:00
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There’s something so powerful in love…  It endures so many changes between two people. All of the growing, the hurt, the tumbling, the rock-on-rock that creates the dull glow of a polished something… and how many times has it happened before? How many times have people loved one another only to die in passing, to fall into the obscurity of a life-well-lived. There are so many plethoras, these vast arrays of collections of the smallers… grass in a field, trees in a wood, bees in a hive, grains in the sand, droplets in the ocean. And all of these, all of this, mass, somehow comes down to two people who love each other through so much trial, tragedy, triumph. And someone always leaves first, someone always goes through to the other side.  I have lived so longingly for love, that I forgot myself in the process, and became an idea of what I hoped love should look like. But that’s not life. You grow and you see who you are, and one day you realise you’re an entirely person to all the insecurities you thought were you. And there’s something so humbling in how small you can feel when you’re really you. That vulnerability is offered to someone else who, for no known reason, takes it. Love is a precious, sweet thing. It blooms and in some seasons bears such fruit, and in others while it’s quiet, you tend. You till the land, you prune, you graft, you change and you grow. And by the time this life is done, you have been a million people, had a million thoughts, and lived a million lives.  Love brings this out of all of us.  I don’t know, there’s so much I don’t know.  #mrskelly #life #art #writing #Love
There’s something so powerful in love… It endures so many changes between two people. All of the growing, the hurt, the tumbling, the rock-on-rock that creates the dull glow of a polished something… and how many times has it happened before? How many times have people loved one another only to die in passing, to fall into the obscurity of a life-well-lived. There are so many plethoras, these vast arrays of collections of the smallers… grass in a field, trees in a wood, bees in a hive, grains in the sand, droplets in the ocean. And all of these, all of this, mass, somehow comes down to two people who love each other through so much trial, tragedy, triumph. And someone always leaves first, someone always goes through to the other side. I have lived so longingly for love, that I forgot myself in the process, and became an idea of what I hoped love should look like. But that’s not life. You grow and you see who you are, and one day you realise you’re an entirely person to all the insecurities you thought were you. And there’s something so humbling in how small you can feel when you’re really you. That vulnerability is offered to someone else who, for no known reason, takes it. Love is a precious, sweet thing. It blooms and in some seasons bears such fruit, and in others while it’s quiet, you tend. You till the land, you prune, you graft, you change and you grow. And by the time this life is done, you have been a million people, had a million thoughts, and lived a million lives. Love brings this out of all of us. I don’t know, there’s so much I don’t know. #mrskelly #life #art #writing #Love

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