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𝗡𝗼𝘅𝘅𝘇𝘇Y メ 𝙋𝙫𝙋 :

iki jaranan opo dangdut too wkwkw😅😅

2024-12-18 09:18:21

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saiful :

tuo apik😅

2024-11-07 16:21:56

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Nurul_Aft :

mbk riski mon bukan sih?

2024-11-07 12:31:52

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piscesgirl♓💋 :

Rizky Monika duk wi kang

2024-11-09 02:19:09

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ThisByFitri🍀 :

mbak ratih to sng tengah?

2024-11-08 23:04:01

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dylafadilla_ :

Mbk Ratih lo iki

2024-11-09 07:55:51

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NEW SATRIO NOGO :

mampir mass🥰

2024-11-07 08:31:47

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sancho :

soal e Iki Rogo.

2024-11-07 10:37:17

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Vega back🚀🚀🔥 :

rogo Loki👹

2024-11-07 10:55:47

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𝙈𝘼𝙃.𝙂𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜.004 :

JATENG=JAWA GANTENG👍😌

2024-12-19 07:48:31

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Rudi hartono™ :

aku dulu sering ngikutin mereka Tampil, eehh pas mau nyawer, malah teringat hutang 😭

2024-11-07 11:42:12

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__errrrNEW☄️ :

ke 2

2024-11-07 07:49:09

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MBOT🚭 :

halo ka kang🙌

2024-11-07 08:11:17

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𝐋𝐄𝐎♌ :

ytb nya apa ya

2024-11-07 09:06:45

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putrasukarno :

kayak kenal paradise ini

2024-12-25 02:20:45

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Ricki Andrea :

pertama

2024-11-07 07:43:09

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miit :

Menyala mbak mon🥰

2024-11-07 09:00:47

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Agusplecun Rimapro :

jan nyeniii

2024-11-07 15:55:42

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rian :

judul lagunya bang/mbak

2024-11-08 11:12:09

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𝙎𝙀𝙂𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙈𝘽𝙐 :

paradise opo to kang

2024-11-09 15:14:48

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@𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖎 𝕰𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎 :

seng kanggo rok putih idaman tenan salam we🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️

2024-11-10 13:17:51

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nadhif23062020 :

salam Rahayu...Rahayu ne bahwono🤝🤝🤝

2024-11-09 04:53:23

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Porno Alan 1637 :

kediri punya

2024-11-10 12:22:02

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ORA MULLET ORA KEPELET :

p

2024-12-25 10:27:25

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Sugeng Mariadi :

ASYEEEK BENING BANGET MBAK 'E, SURABAYA HADIR SALAM SANTUN ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️🫰🫰🫰

2024-11-08 16:55:57

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There will come a moment… A moment no one can stop. Not your family. Not your friends. Not even you. The air will slip from your lungs for the last time. Your chest will rise—then never fall again. And the world you clung to so tightly… will continue without you. Your phone will buzz but you won’t answer. Your name will appear in group chats but only with crying emojis. And while the world moves on in noise… you’ll be lying in complete silence. You won’t be able to say, “Wait… not yet.” You won’t be able to explain your intentions, or tell them what you were struggling with. No more chances. No more tomorrows. Just a body—washed by hands that tremble, wrapped in white cloth with no label, no design, no identity. You who were once so alive, so loud, will be lowered into the earth… in stillness. And as the dust returns to dust, you will finally be alone. No more selfies. No more masks. No filters. No excuses. No second tries. Only the grave… and your soul. And that grave… that cold, silent pit beneath the soil— it will not stay quiet. It will speak. It will either stretch open like a warm embrace, welcoming you like a long-lost home, or it will tighten, clenching like a vice, a prison you can’t escape, a place where the walls feel alive… and against you. And when it speaks, nothing of this world will speak for you. Not your followers. Not your jokes. Not the beauty that faded or the wealth you left behind. Not the likes. Not the applause. Not the name you built. Only your deeds will rise. Only your soul’s choices will echo. Your prayers—were they real? Your Quran—did you touch it? Learn it? Live it? Your patience when no one saw you suffer. Your charity when no one clapped. The sins you turned from while fighting yourself in silence. The tears that fell only for Allah. The nights when you chose Him over sleep. The moments you feared Him when you could’ve disobeyed. And if you don’t have those— what will stand beside you when your tongue is still and the angels begins to question? This world shouts. It sells illusions. Fame. Beauty. Power. It drowns you in distraction and convinces you that you’ll live forever. But the grave knows the truth. And so does your soul. You will return to Allah. You will meet Him— either in light or in fear, with hope… or with horror. Whether you turned to Him in this life— or ignored every single sign. But you’re still breathing. That heartbeat? That’s mercy. That’s Allah saying, “Come back.” Not later. Now. He hasn’t locked His door. So don’t lock yours. Say it— even if shame burns your tongue and guilt floods your chest: “Ya Allah… I’ve strayed far. My soul is weak. My heart is dry. I’ve messed up more times than I can count. But I miss You. I need You. I don’t know how to fix this, but I’m begging You… don’t let me die like this. Bring me back.” Say it through trembling lips. Say it with a breaking voice. Say it even if you feel unworthy—because He is still listening. Allah never turns away the broken who finally bow. Not the sinner who’s ready to let go. Not the heart that whispers, “I’ve fallen again…” but still turns toward Him. He is Al-Rahman—the One who shows mercy even when you forgot Him. He is Al-Tawwab—the One who accepts returns no matter how late they come. And no matter what you’ve done— if you walk to His light, He will run to you. You are not too far. You are not too broken. You are not beyond hope. So come back— before you’re brought back. Return— while your chest still rises, while your soul still hears, while the door… is still open.

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