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Huling na-publish Sat, Oct 27, 2018
Hi. My name is sleeping beauty and this book is about my life.
I was born and raised in India but due to family reasons I moved to America 10 years ago.
I am starting this book or diary you can say so I can collect my thoughts and my feelings in one place. I hope that my book and my journey can help people who are going through the same thing or maybe can relate.
P.S: Something about me. I can forgive someone very easily but I will never forget.
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