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The Exit

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In a world full of millions of people , everybody wants to achieve something or the other to make one's presence felt. In such a setting, as we contemplate upon our very existence, the thought of death often occurs to our mind. The fear of death is constant and the plethora of emotions that surge up as we near our death is baffling. I have tried to pen down the same. 
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The exit
sam., mai 21, 2016

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