How I ashamed Myself
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Complete Tue, Mar 17, 2020<5 mins
I am ashamed by thinking myself as the best and gentle by comparing with a stranger by his look. Sometimes we speak a lot but do a little or never follow our words. This story is the same, 'Speaking a lot is easier, doing something little is Harder'
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