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She was glancing away when I stared at her. She began to hold her mouth with her hands. She heaved a sigh of relief, then called up about this issue.

-Can I be honest with you? I don't want to do this anymore. My patience wearing thin.  I want to do what I love.

-What are you waiting for?

-I don't even know where to begin. I'm afraid of failing.

-Start loving.

My reflection in the mirror began to smile.

Think about a child who never run because he is afraid of falling. Maybe, he never enjoys of life.

Everyone has child soul. Go it!😉


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