Life
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Writing this in attempt to express myself, my thoughts about life.
This is a perspective of a 17 year old me towards life, the struggle and the beauty in living, the toughness in living a life.
Life, is a suffering. We are born into this world in order to face the pain it follows. And we have to be strong, we don't have any other options but to be strong, to carry on, no matter how hard it is.
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