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Dream Big

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As a senegalese young, I strive to do my utmost in order to make my dream true because I have seen people believing themselves and realizing whereas they are poor young like me. If they can do it, why not me ? I'll go on trying until I get to succeed If Allah willing. This one is the only one who can help me to reach my aim, and I trust Him because He's the almighty. He can do everything If He wants. 
That's why I wrote this text so as to motivate some people like me who want to amount to something...All Rights Reserved

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