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The twentieth century is almost over. So it is my life. Sometimes, believing in myself is the hardest thing for me to do. As my life goes on, I know that I have an unlucky fate which is already assigned for me. I am a little person in this big world where no one even looks up at me with a kindly look. I am standing on the top of a mountain and no one cares if I am falling or not. In the next new century, I will be moving my belongings in shortly.
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