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    Internet Societies

    Being on the internet is great. If I do not want to hear your rubbish, I can simply close the window.

    I with we could just click on something in the air when we have to deal with an idiot yapping away, to make him/her disappear.

    Shukar Allah for the Internet.
    I believe in dragons, good men, and other fantasy creatures.

    #2
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    Like I am gonna close this window.
    I hate both men and women, and am afraid of animals, so basically I am very very lonely.

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      #3
      Re: Internet Societies

      I feel for u PCG

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        #4
        Re: Internet Societies

        Drought in the soul, barren is the heart,
        Seeking forgiveness from imaginary friends,
        Taste of sand upon the parched tongue,
        Words unreaching, from mouths that never spake,
        The eyes are dry, not seeing any face,
        Missing those loved ones, who were never there,
        Longing for something, that will never arrive,
        Pain of losing, which was never mine,
        This desert so calm, so quiet, so plain,
        Gives me the hope, of cold soothing rain,
        The twilight casts shadows, onto my skin,
        Memories burned on me, till I turn to dust...

        Thank yew...
        Focus not on who you are but what you do...
        ])>:::}-:Salams:-{:::<([

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          #5
          Re: Internet Societies

          I can sloe the window now lajoo ?

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            #6
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            Originally posted by natashaa
            I can sloe the window now lajoo ?
            You can sloe whatever you heart wills...

            P.S. What does sloe mean?
            Focus not on who you are but what you do...
            ])>:::}-:Salams:-{:::<([

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              #7
              Re: Internet Societies

              Originally posted by Lajawab
              Drought in the soul, barren is the heart,
              Seeking forgiveness from imaginary friends,
              Taste of sand upon the parched tongue,
              Words unreaching, from mouths that never spake,
              The eyes are dry, not seeing any face,
              Missing those loved ones, who were never there,
              Longing for something, that will never arrive,
              Pain of losing, which was never mine,
              This desert so calm, so quiet, so plain,
              Gives me the hope, of cold soothing rain,
              The twilight casts shadows, onto my skin,
              Memories burned on me, till I turn to dust...

              Thank yew...
              Hi, that's a beautiful poem, is that something written originally in English? It looks like it's a translation, it would be beautiful if it were in Urdu.

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                #8
                Re: Internet Societies

                Originally posted by Lajawab
                You can sloe whatever you heart wills...

                P.S. What does sloe mean?

                good that u asked..i wanted u to ask me that

                it means Bund karna

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                  #9
                  Re: Internet Societies

                  Originally posted by Lajawab
                  Drought in the soul, barren is the heart,
                  Seeking forgiveness from imaginary friends,
                  Taste of sand upon the parched tongue,
                  Words unreaching, from mouths that never spake,
                  The eyes are dry, not seeing any face,
                  Missing those loved ones, who were never there,
                  Longing for something, that will never arrive,
                  Pain of losing, which was never mine,
                  This desert so calm, so quiet, so plain,
                  Gives me the hope, of cold soothing rain,
                  The twilight casts shadows, onto my skin,
                  Memories burned on me, till I turn to dust...

                  Thank yew...
                  shabash i love that poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
                  you can kill those who tell the truth
                  but you can't kill the truth
                  -means "violence serves lies"-

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