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Enigma of Yesterday And Tomorrow



I don't know what to do with my past.
But I know there are those who care about what I do with my future.
And I won't ever give up on them....

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  1. quite true!

    as for the past let it stay where it is.

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  2. I am one of them dude!!

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  3. @Puneesh- yeah you both are :)

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    deep from my heart

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  5. Nice to know you have some who care about what you do next. This world is a survival of the fittest and you are noticed only if you have the zeal to race. No matter who you cares or who doesnt, Keep alive your sprit to move on.

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  6. You don't have to do anything with the past. You just have to build your future on strong grounds :)

    Cheers,

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