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I am a boy who like crying. I still remember the first time that I wept in front of other people. Because of teacher's blame, classmate's jeer, someone's leaving and some difficulty of the life...... But I don't think I am a weak man. I have known crying is useless. Change, I must change, I must take the tear into my sweat. Someone told to me: What difficulty is afraid of, are the good moon and a gumption.
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