The Bucket List
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Last published Mon, Jun 5, 2017
Fulfilling my Bucket List is what motivates me in my daily living. I am doing this alone for the past 2 years of my life, but how can I finish it when the last Two on my list involved someone?
Could someone help me to get through with it?
Or just give me another reason to continue my list?
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