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I have so much to do. not the sorting of work on my coming week or month or even a year or two's to-do list but generally in life. So many people to make proud. I'm ready to wake up early even in winters. I'm fine with the 9AM classes. I can work hard. I do too. but there is something bothering me for so long...I think I lack the mind to compete with the outer world. I think I'm not intelligent enough. not learned enough. not capable enough,,, all that I've got till now is because of my hard work and luck maybe. 
I double myself and what I am. 
I don't know how true is that because it's not something you can ask somebody and they'll tell you the truth. It's something I have to learn to live with and not let it affect me. It's something I have to fight with, even if it is true or even if it's just my mind playing tricks on me or the intelligent people around me getting to my head. whatever it is, I ain't letting it come in my way.

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