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A Christian poem of faith.
When we cant face winding time with defeat, one thing is certain... we call this... change if we imagine infinity is at our intermittent footsteps... and this longing hour someone has been churning the ocean for the immortal nectar hidden in the corridors of time... what happens next is this...
Poetry | Updated Dec 16, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dr Raj Kumar Sharma
What is Commitment?
How do we create committed Employees?
Why is it important for an Organization?
What are the factors influencing commitment?
I wonder why I am committed to my organization and so do many of you. Is it that some of us are paid more than others, or some of us are close to...
By Branthaman Z
It's How I feel When I am falling In Love but I am not sure if who I am with feels tha same
Lily and Evelyn Evans were more than sisters; they were best friends. Despite the three years apart, they did everything together. After one last piece of advice, Lily was gone breaking Eveâ€™s heart when it was ruled a suicide. Now all she has are the memories of her sister to help her...
this is about a past relationship i was in..and i didnt realize how much she meant to me once she left.
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
By Noel Scharbrough
15 year old Duncan Sanders may have seemed like your average sophomore in high school. But on March 22nd, 2011, he decided to take his own life. This is his story.
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The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
madly in love much.
ok, so not my best but it means alot
im sure if the other person could read this right now he would back me up to the hill:/
its interesting boz its about love
Struggles in life that lead to more and more questions. Untill my head hurts and my eyes moist.
A GIRL COMMITTED TO AN ASYLUM.
Poetry | Updated Nov 5, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0