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My Pitched Battle

She was younger me in front of me. I laughed when I saw her. I told her vainly that I would not fight with her. When she attacked me, I was solely fending myself. She punched me over unless I wanted to hit her. I could not stand, I must teach her a painful lesson. I started hitting her, but she was sturdier. Her whole body was injured, and mine was worse. She knew my vulnerable point very well. She hit harder when I hit her. We both fell down exhaustion. I was in writhe, and we both started crying. However, the fight was not over. Those around us provoked the struggle. I turned my head and stared at my rival. Impossible!!! This was me… This was my childhood… I was utterly stricken. This fight was a turning point in my life.         

                                                                              ~A.Alizade 30.08.2019

 Have you experienced the turning point in your life? Have you ever fought yourself? Do you have any childhood desires that you could not fulfill? If your answer is yes, why are you remain, friend?

Improve yourself! Make your dreams come true! Only you can change your life.No one can do it for you.

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