Friendship
ONE SIDED EFFORTS: FRIENDSHIP
Let's first start with the main thing Definition of One Sided Efforts: One sided efforts are when one person makes more effort to nurture the relationship as compared to the other person like investing more energy, time and striving hard to keep the relationship healthy. As quoted: ''A one- sided relationship is all about sacrifices; one person making all of them and the other none"(Anonymous)
muzaina_articlesPublished about 2 hours ago in ConfessionsLord of Tantra
After the death of my mother, I and my father needed protection so I started doing Kal Bhairav Sadhana with a Tantrokt Sabar Mantra which means it is a shabar mantra with added Tantrik Seed Sounds so the mantra is even more powerful.
ReeyanshPublished about 10 hours ago in ConfessionsBound by Blood
Jake remained on the secondary school football field, his tall edge outlined against the sunset. He was the skipper of both the football and b-ball groups, prom ruler, and dated the homecoming sovereign. With his B.S. in Substance Designing and M.B.A., he appeared to be bound to exceed all expectations sooner or later. Working at a Fortune 50 organization, Jake was respected by everybody. His more youthful sibling, Max, admired him, yet Jake's adoration was nowhere near common.
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Plan was made from all sides to attack me vehemently. The search was underway to find my weak point as to the attacks on me as a catalyst with the Blackmail that I mentioned in part 1.
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The final bell tolled, marking not just the end of an exam, but the culmination of years spent pining for her. My heart, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams, threatened to shatter as reality set in—this was the last time our paths would cross.
Maa_yaPublished about 24 hours ago in ConfessionsThis is Tomorrow ... Wishing You Were Here
Introduction A Seven Days In blog post on my birthday from ten years ago with a few of my favourite things, showing that I was up for challenging myself creatively then, and my favourite things are still my favourite things.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished a day ago in ConfessionsObservations On An Ancient Childhood
Introduction I do find it amusing and odd when certain things inspire me to write but I suppose that is just the way my mind works. This morning I went out to pick up my weekly deliverance of two pints of milk from McQueen's Dairies and that started me off for this story.
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Have you ever heard someone swoon afer receiving a kiss and exclaim, happy, " He kissed my feet, and I exploded wiht pleasure?" PErhap you are among the fortunate individuals, whose toes have previosly been sucked, licked or touched. It is not like you or the person telling you that have a foot fetish - the kisses were the only thing that worked out real good.
The Writer BoyPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsHaunted to Confess the Murder
Thirteen-year-old Carrie Ann Jopek went missing on March 16, 1982. For months, the young teenager was believed to have run away from home after getting suspended from school to attend a party at her best friend, Robin Mandt’s place.
Emmalina AlessandryaPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsEyes Adrift
Introduction This was a five-year-old Seven Days In post about issues with my contact lenses that thankfully got sorted out. For some reason, it has had a lot of recent visits, and I know some people have issues with contact lenses. My daughters have never bothered with them, and that is understandable, putting lumps of plastic in your eyes must be very scary the first time you do it.
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We had reached Saturday am , failing to take my anti depressants on the evening before I woke with a killer headache and felt as rough as a badgers backside. I climbed over a sleeping baby a coffee table barricade and wall of pillows to follow my morning ritual of a black coffee and a roll up in the garden to start my day.
Teresa BomparolaPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsA Hairstylist's Tale of Compassion and Connection
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Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished 4 days ago in Confessions