4 mei 26 senen

 

kampus sampah

wrg tiena

sore kerja di ce ita

pom

pul

lali

px mart rice

pul

mlm kerja di ce ita

muter

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3 mei 26 minggu

 

ngajar sore

wrg teh

wrg mi

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Different skies, but the same bright sun—

 

No room for shadows in the way I see,
No space for envy to grow in me.
Their road is theirs, with turns unknown,
And mine is waiting to be my own.

I walk with light in every stride,
With steady hope as my quiet guide.
What’s meant for them will find its place,
What’s meant for me I will embrace.

No need to compare, no need to race,
Each soul moves at its destined pace.
Different skies, but the same bright sun—
Many journeys, but each one won.

So I choose faith, I choose to believe,
In all the good I’m meant to receive.
They have their path, I have mine too—
And both are beautiful, strong, and true.

2 mei 26 sabtu

 

pg la morning untuk pertama kalinya alhamdulilah

perpus moe sore

malam anisa

px mart

night market

anisa

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1 mei 26 sabtu

 

siang jumatan

sore kerja di ce ita

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Not one that never breaks—

 

God, You know it—
that place doesn’t feel like home anymore.

The walls remember me wrong.
Even the silence there speaks in a language
I no longer understand.

I don’t want to go back.
Not to the corners that swallowed my light,
not to the rooms that forgot how to breathe with me in them.

Let me stay here,
where the air feels softer,
where even sadness has gentler edges,
where hope still knows my name.

Or take me somewhere else—
a rainbow land stitched from colors I’ve never outgrown,
where the sky doesn’t question my presence,
and the ground holds me like I belong.

But if You want me to return,
if that road is still mine to walk,
then I ask You this, quietly, fully:

God, give me a strong heart.
Not one that never breaks—
but one that knows how to keep beating
even when everything else feels like leaving.

30 april 26 kamis

 

kerja di ce ita

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