“Once, there were hopes—small dreams that kept him going. But now, hope has faded. The future looks empty and the idea of living another day feels unbearable. He doesn’t see the point anymore.”

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i love Taisia

i love Taisia

Sometimes, all it takes is a single voice to remind you that you are not alone. In a world full of noise, a moment of calm can change everything. Breathe in, let go, and trust the journey ahead. You are doing better than you think.

Welcome to the squad rookie, It's a zombie world out there!

Welcome to the squad, rookie, It's a zombie world out there!

Welcome to the squad, rookie. It's a zombie world out there!

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In the 1930s, farmers in New Zealand were dealing with a problem unlike any other — exploding pants. Some incidents happened while the clothes were simply hanging out to dry. Others were triggered by friction. But in every report, the pants shouldn't have caught fire at all. The culprit? Sodium chlorate — a weed killer. Farmers were using it regularly, but after spraying, the chemical stuck to the fibers of their pants. Then, even the slightest flame or heat source could cause the

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