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Why does life have to feel so slow in the beginning and so fast as we approach the end?

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  1. Ankur6 February 2021 at 19:30

    Well written

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  2. Ishika Jain8 February 2021 at 03:52

    Beautifully carried out!

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  3. Ishika Jain8 February 2021 at 03:52

    Hello!
    Your blog is amazing!
    I Ishika and am a writer.
    You can visit my blog - writinganewera.blogspot.com - my non-fiction blog.
    - theorphicpoetry.blogspot.com - my poetry blog.

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    1. Anonymous8 February 2021 at 04:07

      Means a lot! I will check it out for sure!

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