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I am mummified.I dun know why but I am .In this world there is nothing else but leg pulling and envy.I dun know why people i trusted turned out against me.who says All this A mummy well no may be not may be every body who has faced this.irrespective of his or her portfolio in the society.It is a strange intution that i feel the same from a few days back that somehow i am trying to hide and condense my ill feeling from moving out just like the stench is absorbed by the preservatives.HAs the Surrounding s or the pressure turned preservatives I dun know but someday this thing will be looked into and that day wont be a friendly day for many I had been fair and God forbid the wheel makes a turn again Someday Somewhere the true man will unleash his actual potential.............................................................................Today they are the chasers one day i Will be.......
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