Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Khadija Rupa
Someday, even my existence would be felt.
Someday, even my existence would be felt.
Someday, even my existence would be felt.
Someday, even my existence would be felt.
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Someday, even my existence would be felt. The day I die, people would notice that I existed. What people will remember of me is the impact I had on others.

Source: Unexpressed Feelings

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