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twooopiscessss
ayuww :
ak ga mau lagi rsa nyaa di selingkuhinn:)
2025-10-09 09:07:51
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naa_piuuuuuu
─na🇵🇭 :
tolong usahain aku buat jdi perempuan menang plis, sekali aja :<..
2025-10-09 06:25:58
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litttaaa_
𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓪 :
sulit ya..
2025-10-11 06:18:05
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metaaak_
meta🎀 :
aku ga sekurang itu buat di sia sia in
2025-10-09 08:26:52
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puttri435
putri :
Gua Yang Habis Wd 30Jt Bilek😂🤣🙈
2025-10-09 14:57:06
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iluutimupp29
rraaa :
aku gamau lagi ngerasain dibuang karna kalah sama masalalunya lagi aku cuman mau ditreat layaknya perempuan dan selalu diusahakan
2025-10-11 01:19:47
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nmnyaaipahh__
𝐩𝐚𝐡𝐡__ :
di cintai dengan setulus hati adalah impian ku saat ini🥹🫵
2025-10-09 05:31:51
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_acaeca
c :
i wish i wish
2025-10-10 06:05:07
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wouchiey
viraa :
dan gamau ngasi kesempatan berulang kali ke orang yang emang jelas ngecewain wkwk dg alesan dia bisa berubah juga bisa buktiin kalo kali ini ngga akan gagal lagi
2025-10-09 10:14:36
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abbellaee
bellaa :
gamau disepelein krna hal hal kecil lagi. . .
2025-10-10 05:40:29
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dela_30511
DEL🅰️ :
kak kenapa ya kita selalu jelek dicerita mantan☹
2025-10-09 07:38:24
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s4tvrneiz_0261
matcha4_ :
aku gamau yang namanya kaya hansaplash . . . abis di pake saat sakit sakit nya lalu di buang begitu saja.
2025-10-09 12:38:14
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iputtt_ks
ilaa_ :
yng kmren bner" ngebuat harga diri dan ya kmren bnr" titik ke bodohan gue..
2025-10-10 20:06:33
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_sifderrawaa_
dederaa :
mohon bgt
2025-10-09 11:45:35
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keyrarisasalsabilla
كيرا :
tapii kapann itu akan terjadi???
2025-10-09 13:12:49
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baraburubiru
galonmatcha :
aku pun sebagai laki-laki related dgn ini
2025-10-09 10:10:07
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gppye
𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎🧜🏻‍♀️ :
gamau diselingkuhin trs
2025-10-09 10:07:03
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imel.oemar
Imel Oemar :
yang sabar indah pada waktunya🥰
2025-10-10 02:23:52
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.qshvie
𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝓵𝓵𝐚̀, 𝓛 𖹭𓆦 :
aku juga gamau lagi ngerasain di tuduh sama hal yang gapernah aku lakuin ke dia :(
2025-10-09 09:07:59
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_nurhalisaahmd
lisaa🎀 :
trauma plis sakit skali ee🥲
2025-10-09 07:39:50
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agstnddwi
ddwi :
yeah i wish
2025-10-10 08:00:05
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kaneyamiaw
— ceysmrvla :
@ayuww:ak ga mau lagi rsa nyaa di selingkuhinn:)
2025-10-11 05:26:09
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ilavezz
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ :
@─na🇵🇭:tolong usahain aku buat jdi perempuan menang plis, sekali aja :<..
2025-10-11 00:38:25
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chocacola11
ZAHRAAAA :
i wishhh i wishhh
2025-10-09 10:11:27
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hi_insasa
ceryy🍒 :
ak mau dihargai dan diusahakan sebagaimana kodrat perempuan yang dijaga dn diusahakan🥺
2025-10-09 08:47:48
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