My birthday gift To myself Is this poem. It is a wish Of love, Of happiness. It is a promise Of steadfast support Through thick and thin. It is a token That will endure Many years hence. It is I Telling myself, "Happy birthday, baby girl."
Month: December 2024
Today’s Tiny Tale: When Hate Got Over
He hated her with all his heart. One day, the hate got all used up. Now he was only left with love for her.
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