Smiles and Scars
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Last published Tue, Dec 26, 2017
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"Life's not a bed of roses", they say.
But with sheer determination and faith we can definitely overcome the difficulties we face.
It's my first attempt of writing a book.
But I feel it won't be disappointing.
Read on to know more.
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