from this moment onward, my ambition is to be happy until i let go of the last breath. until my soul leaves my body. until the air stops circulate inside me. this is not a * when i grow up * kind of ambition, i don't want to be too old to feel happiness on my wrinkled skin. i deserve to be happy now. my skin has been corroded with sadness. its time to heal it with a slight sense of happiness and InsyaAllah, the happiness will blossom like a beautiful tree.
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