BE YOU
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Mar 21, 2020
Life is not a bed of roses... It's a mixture of pleasure ,pains, gains and loses in order to enjoy life.. One has to accept all these.. It's true that we feel defeated when we face them but it's not true that we have to run away from them or worried about them.... THEY AREN'T FINAL.. so move on..:)
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