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Revealing myself

This being my first blogging experience, its a typical feeling. Being an introvert can be so ridiculous that you don't get to express your feelings to the people you get to interact. So I decided that when it was hard for me to express my feelings with my speech, then I should try out blogging. In this way I get to interact with people and share my feelings.
              Happy to get down here and share my feelings with you. Keep checking my blog 'cause I'll be sharing my experiences here.
             Thank You...
                                                                                                                                           -Swapnanil

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