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Stories Of yesterday


Life as a young kid was a great struggle In this substantial world, where the major rise and the minor falls. Our motto to achieve greater heights. perseverance will be our daily guide to the path of success. The upper statuses tried to inflict us with the power they gain. But we stood up to confront the pain. It was a tough line between love and hate. Pushing each other to the limits we were learning quicker. Old shoes and rags dumped all over reminding us of where we came from. It was a huge burden, that swayed us from the streets of filth to our masters home. But this burning desire blazing in our hearts kept us striving. Not giving up was exceedingly tremendous, the expedition that made our ambitions into reality. As long as we perish, we will look up to the sky. And smile saying "this was the greatest expectation ever told." Now we leave the rest to our next generation.
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