Little Miss Successful
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"I knew you could do it mtanam ,you always make me proud "
Is what my mom said before she slipped away from the face of the earth. My world based on success soon came crumbling down when I lost the only person that mattered. My heart carried woe every second, minute, hour, day, week, month and year. My heart was broken and shattered into a million pieces... not until I met my fateful one.
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