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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘞𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘛𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 O𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴

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Nov 12, 2020

Nov 12, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC

Tatlumput Siyam

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘞𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘛𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 O𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴

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𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘹 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺- 𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴, 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘞𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC

Tatlumput Walo

𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘹 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺- 𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴, 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘞𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

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You're that mysterious moon phase Whose half is hidden in the void It's sad but a nostalgic view That no matter how you faint your shadows I'm drawn closer to you My fondness grows As you play a shadowy smile On your lips Or try to sound dumb as you speak But I only see courage from the battlescars you wear Wisdom, from the wrinkles on your forehead Profound thoughts, in your silence

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Oct 9, 2020

Oct 9, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC

Tatlumput Anim

You're that mysterious moon phase Whose half is hidden in the void It's sad but a nostalgic view That no matter how you faint your shadows I'm drawn closer to you My fondness grows As you play a shadowy smile On your lips Or try to sound dumb as you speak But I only see courage from the battlescars you wear Wisdom, from the wrinkles on your forehead Profound thoughts, in your silence

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The sky speaks of its unfathomable beauty A thousand words that flutter in the air And I cannot help but to feel lowly On how this unworthiness is spared Like a delicate vessel in a glorious house Of which has no use But is kept safe Under the ***** of heavens

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Oct 6, 2020

Oct 6, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC

Tatlumput Lima

The sky speaks of its unfathomable beauty A thousand words that flutter in the air And I cannot help but to feel lowly On how this unworthiness is spared Like a delicate vessel in a glorious house Of which has no use But is kept safe Under the ***** of heavens

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A seven-year-old girl stood up In the midst of the council She’s chubby faced, With faint pink cheeks And a curly hair She asked the preacher a question About life, family and cruelty Quite prudent for a child, I said I was looking at her, then my heart Suddenly bleeds As If a wound dehisced From a forceful comeback I saw my nine-year-old self In a locked room, crying alone Asking God the same questions Why are some children mean to other children? Will I ever get fair and slim? How will I be accepted ? All these years I've bagged these queries That greatly affected my esteem I felt that I was a fault in the universe For being different and unpretty But as years unfold, so as the answers Life has thought me that I should Not try to fit in some else’s box And nurture the strength That would make me feel alive To have a bigger room in your heart For patience and tolerance And for parents, an extra compassion For an ailing child Let them breathe in someone else’s shoulder If you cannot provide Life was my teacher I may not have heard about these before But experiences geared me up Towards understanding it Though sometimes it is learned The hardest and painful way The life I’ve led and the preacher Said the same things

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Sep 23, 2020

Sep 23, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC

Tatlumput Apat

A seven-year-old girl stood up In the midst of the council She’s chubby faced, With faint pink cheeks And a curly hair She asked the preacher a question About life, family and cruelty Quite prudent for a child, I said I was looking at her, then my heart Suddenly bleeds As If a wound dehisced From a forceful comeback I saw my nine-year-old self In a locked room, crying alone Asking God the same questions Why are some children mean to other children? Will I ever get fair and slim? How will I be accepted ? All these years I've bagged these queries That greatly affected my esteem I felt that I was a fault in the universe For being different and unpretty But as years unfold, so as the answers Life has thought me that I should Not try to fit in some else’s box And nurture the strength That would make me feel alive To have a bigger room in your heart For patience and tolerance And for parents, an extra compassion For an ailing child Let them breathe in someone else’s shoulder If you cannot provide Life was my teacher I may not have heard about these before But experiences geared me up Towards understanding it Though sometimes it is learned The hardest and painful way The life I’ve led and the preacher Said the same things

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I’ve seen beautiful smiles That are wide but fleeting A rainbow of black and white Invigorating but empty And a simple one Which is but a mosaic Of thousands of emotions Intricately outlined By the charming wrinkles In the corner of her eyes And the blue hues of her breath That gives life

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC

Tatlumput tatlo

I’ve seen beautiful smiles That are wide but fleeting A rainbow of black and white Invigorating but empty And a simple one Which is but a mosaic Of thousands of emotions Intricately outlined By the charming wrinkles In the corner of her eyes And the blue hues of her breath That gives life

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𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘖𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘞𝘩𝘰’𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘰, 𝘐’𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴’ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 2:13 AM UTC

Tatlumput Dalawa

𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘖𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘞𝘩𝘰’𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘰, 𝘐’𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴’ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵

47

𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦

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Sep 10, 2020

Sep 10, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC

Tatlumput isa

𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦

10

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱.

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC

Tatlumpu

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱.

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𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

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Sep 6, 2020

Sep 6, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC

Dalawamput Siyam

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

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