"Yasterday always was history,
We can't get back or even glaring at it, it must go, and we must continue leaving for what we left behind.
Tomorrow is mystery,
We never dream about it, we wish for the bright sun come out, but even the rain are falling, its not our decision because its all happen out of our will.
Today is a gift,
A day to be thankful, where the sun fetch us with its glorious shine, smile because it is the day we call it present
A present to be proud of.
Love and kisses,
Billet-doux"
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