My tired diary

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I cherish simplicity's sweet embrace,
When I'm nothing, it's in that space.
Luxury's touch, I may never know,
Yet happiness in a garden's glow.

Pride's fleeting, I understand,
As I sit with blooms, nature's hand.
 

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  1. NSDecember 22, 2024 at 3:32 PM

    Nobody else can cure your wound but you alone;
    self-confidence for sure takes you from your cry zone.
    The sweet smile of your own makes the whole world laugh too;
    yes, the sadder you moan, the more it's only you.

    I'm sorry my dear, happy birthday.

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    1. Nabiilah TjandraJanuary 5, 2025 at 4:39 PM

      Hello, can you please email me at nabiilahtjandra@gmail.com, thank you

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