Every day is strange. Every day is something we all hope for something good to happen. Someday it happens some days not. Isn't it the strangest thing that we are still alive? Hope and dream that is all about tomorrow. And we carry on ourself with it.
With time we age,with time we learn..and then we die.it is as normal as we are still alive. I wonder what a man learn just before he dies?
Everything is starnge, isn't it?
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