I always knew looking back at my tears would bring back me laughter,but I never knew looking back at my laughter would make me cry.they can call me crazy,if I fail,all the chance that i need,is-one-in- a- million and they can call me a brilliant if I succeed.but still i remain uneducated with a million facts in my mind.everything will change,but the only question is whether I am growing up or decaying....???...the question is not whether I'll die,but how will I live...??...the important question not what will yield a few scattered pleasure ,but what will I render life happy on the whole amount...You must not believe what I say..Questions tempt us to tell lies....particularly when there is n
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