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everlasting ..

Success is the ability to respect pepper hair... even when you earn many times of what they do, the ability to spend some time with those who truly care for you, the energy to catch up with that colleague long lost, the fervor to support a cause close to your heart, and not just talk bout it, true success is being able to justify your existence as a human being, who makes a difference,, and not just another piece of man.. Whose sole aim is to strive for his existence... So ask yourself today...Are you successful???

And if you are, then rejoice in this success … because it’s everlasting …

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akshara said…
hey - look wht i found.. nice poetry woman.. u planning to write only poetry?? chal, ctach up with u later
Anonymous said…
success... achievement, happiness, significance and legacy. success... being an inspiration to those who matter to me.

so true sugs.. you're close!

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