Life of Problems
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When I was a kid , I used to think .... " why my life is full of problems ??!" If I was good at studies or if I was a beauty from a rich family, my life would have been perfect! ( sighed )..
But..... Is it? I don't think so. We just cruelly say that ,, 'Oh , her /his life is so perfect' but never try to understand others problems. But after thinking about it, I really think that perfect life is just a myth ....
No one's life is perfect. But life is beautiful.
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