A day, next day, another day, one week, next week, one month, ..., one year and another years..., the time has been passed away since my breathing cry from mother. And The time is coming in front of my eye and breathe, which I have to return to the zero stage, without any great or small work done only remains the personal history in my remembrance to be disappeared in a burning steel box. But i have to do, to continue my daily work with happiness due to a small work i being remained today. Thanks Mind Key Community.
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