I can not believe that I have a bad habit that is quite dangerous .. I am a self-made teenager. Living in the second metropolis of the country just to pursue a bachelor's degree is my goal from the beginning.

good morning steemit friends. want for the nuances of the story may be useful. About 3 hours drive from downtown Cianjur, West Java. There is a tall and beautiful waterfall called Curug Ngebul. It is called

Si pohon tua yang rapuh mencoba berbicara pada sang alam. Setiap musim silih berganti tapi hidup kehilangan arti. Hidup lama arang dan abu pun tak jadi. Hanya siang yang menunggu sang malam. Jejak dedaunan

"... Hoe-hoe, deep hoe Planting corn in our garden ..." Whose? Yet in fact we do not have the garden. Only the corn seeds that we have, and even then not much more than the fingers that want

"You are a fire-burning blood, ready in the dark, chewing diction before it is silent, just chop the fetus the day before poetry." Kugores more wild figures in blackened minds. All the roots

Sit down for a moment for a warrior. Look at the sky you dreamed of. The loud banging has become a soul. There was no time to stand by. You are at war with a despicable world. Stay upright despite the

Sad me in your mother Be hearted at your story Kidung lara pasir karbala Flowing shahir is revered The melodious chants of the callers Beautifully blend in your love Open your inner eye and heart False

Ada 4 orang Bapak lagi menunggu Istri mereka melahirkan. Tidak lama, keluar suster menyalami Bapak yg ke 1. Suster : "Selamat ya Pak... Anak bapak kembar" Bapak : "Alhamdulillaah... kebetulan

Shanaya always refuses evenly when he gets scorn and insults because of his rejection. All she knew was ,,, she had to earn as much money for her Kayla, her sister's treatment. And his family is the only

Hay guys ... I want to write story love story story, I want to show in some posts so that it is finished. In the story content has little adult elements, so I beg the reader to be wise in responding yes

Twilight has fallen, but you have not returned silently. In which world will we talk about longing? In the corner of the world I understand their happiness; the old fishing guy, the bathing rivers of the

Times have changed in seconds, minutes, up to the year .. However, I slalu remember you dad .. My dear dad ... Do you remember me your son? Your daughter who slalu you nasehati? Your daughter who slalu

since the day I was thinking to look for the ruins lost soul... I reopen melody of the door locked heart this feeling of pain never faded never become whole when loneliness is always haunting I live ..

If only you knew, To be honest I never felt okay Far from your knowledge, I feel pretty tortured How come? This feeling is like a burden that is suffocating the chest cavity I love you I wish I could say

I thought I was going to wake up after 1000 years after a daughter kiss me, but only half an hour I fell asleep (itupun hardly) was the noise from outside managed to make me awake. The stuffy room also

seorang anak lahir dari keluarga yang memiliki 2 keturunan jawa dan sunda sejak kecil anak itu penuh dengan kebahagian. Menginjak usia 6 tahun anak itu dikabari ayahnya telah tiada, anak itu pun di bawa

I do not write long In exile of meaning In combat logic Now I try to simplify the word Not for the sake of meaning Not just imagery I find it difficult to simplify the word When the chaos has been buried

"Woi Ri ... woii wake up ................" a voice in the morning woke me from sleep. "Hell?" I grumbled, ignoring the man. "Bother people sleep." "Busett dah dah ni

I used to be so close to you closer than what you imagine ... when I get lost in the dark 'you've guided me to a bright light ... I closed my eyes in the evening which you show in front of me you have

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