I will miss the city. I will miss home. I will miss the big family members. I will miss my beloved siblings. I will miss my dear friends. I will miss my colleagues. I am sure that I will miss every moment of my life here. But if I stay I will regret the chance I have right now to move on. This will be the story of a migration. How bitter it will be to leave and how sweat it will be at last.
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