A Long walk to home
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Terminé jeu., déc. 14, 20236m
Humans have always fought war for several reasons such as money,women,power etc.Hundreds and thousands of stories on war have been recorded on texts and taught.But,There are many warriors who fight their own war without anyone knowing...
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