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wyesddgrdhwavecushionand
الا بذكر الله تطمئن القلوب🤍🕊 :
افتتاح التنزيل من فضلك اخوي 🌼🌹
2025-03-17 09:08:37
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x.lots.x2
x.lots.x :
اوادعكم وفي قلبي لهييب 😭💔
2025-03-17 22:21:42
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ali.alimmm2
Ali Alimmm :
وتبقى داخل قلبي حكايه لاتنتهي😔
2025-03-17 17:34:54
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user4412046634395
أميرة ادلب🦋🤎 :
أراكم ذاهبين ولن تعودوا 🥺💔
2025-03-17 10:23:22
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sosi6289
🥀🥀❤️‍🩹 رنيم 💔💔🥀🥀 :
افتح التنزيل
2025-03-17 10:09:03
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user9638003365314
رنيـن😉 :
لا محبتهم تبنيلي قصر ولا كراهتهم تحفرلي قبر😒
2025-03-17 19:30:47
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dyx70rpwramo
ايمن العراقي :
اخي بس افتح التنزيل
2025-03-18 09:54:06
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nda100200
{ابو صطيف} ≈M≈ :
😞♥♥♥😞😞😞😞😞 حبيبي سته
2025-03-18 09:02:56
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mohamess417
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آوٌدٍعٌکْمً🙏🏻😔💔
2025-03-17 23:04:30
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آبْۆ آلُڒٍۆبْيَر آلُحٍلُبْيَ💯 :
البعد معناه الموت 🥺
2025-03-18 08:22:46
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user9785528205776
☬شبـــٓ͢ۦل|☽الشࢪقية☾ :
ماشاء الله
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أميـᬼ ꙰💗⑅⃝ــرة :
يا الله شقد بتحرقلي قلبي هاي لا غني🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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rf___l222
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حبيبي بابا ⚰️😔
2025-03-18 04:30:12
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user7609097161441 :
🥺🥺🥺🥺😢اه والله دمعتي غرغرت على خدي اه
2025-03-17 23:10:03
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mohamad89hlove
محمد :
ماشاء الله
2025-03-17 19:22:45
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ممكن الفيديو لو سمحت
2025-03-18 17:22:32
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user4837212029727
طب البديل :
نعم. اخي.
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hafezhaydar
حازم النعيمي :
😭😭😭😭😔😔😔الله يرحمك اخوي ابو عارف ويجعل مءواك جنات النعيم الله
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Khjvci Kvigho :
🥺🥺💔" و لَا أدرِي لِأي دَارٍ أرتَمِي ، فكُل الأمَاكِن لَيسَت مَوطِني"🚶‍♂️😔🥺
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user6984320257105
أدلب الخضراء ادلب اهل العز :
@x.lots.x:اوادعكم وفي قلبي لهييب 😭💔انا هل نشيد من ١٢ سنه بسمعو
2025-03-18 14:24:19
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c7_fer4
دلَيۣۗہمۣۗـۙيۣۗہ :
❤يالله ♥
2025-03-18 11:03:37
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us_haron
مهـᬽـيب🇮🇶⃤ :
افتح التنزيل اخوي 🥺🥺
2025-03-18 10:53:41
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quranpak040
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2025-03-17 13:03:25
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cutie ~ ___________________________________ In a quiet high school tucked away in a small town, there was a classroom no one used: Classroom 4B. It was locked at all times, and students whispered that strange things happened there after dark. Some claimed they heard faint voices; others swore they saw flickering lights through the cracks in the door. Yumi, a curious and headstrong 16-year-old, was tired of the rumors. She wanted to know the truth. Her friends begged her to leave it alone, but Yumi wasn’t one to back down from a mystery. One Friday evening, after the last bell rang and the school emptied out, Yumi stayed behind. With a flashlight in her pocket and her heart pounding in her chest, she made her way to the darkened hallway where Classroom 4B waited. The door was locked, as always, but Yumi had prepared. She had borrowed a spare key from the janitor’s office earlier that day. With trembling fingers, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The air in the room was heavy, carrying the scent of old books and chalk. Dust particles floated in the beam of her flashlight. The desks were arranged neatly, as if waiting for students who had long since moved on. On the teacher’s desk sat a single notebook, its cover faded and worn. Yumi approached cautiously, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She opened the notebook and found pages filled with names, dates, and short, cryptic messages:
cutie ~ ___________________________________ In a quiet high school tucked away in a small town, there was a classroom no one used: Classroom 4B. It was locked at all times, and students whispered that strange things happened there after dark. Some claimed they heard faint voices; others swore they saw flickering lights through the cracks in the door. Yumi, a curious and headstrong 16-year-old, was tired of the rumors. She wanted to know the truth. Her friends begged her to leave it alone, but Yumi wasn’t one to back down from a mystery. One Friday evening, after the last bell rang and the school emptied out, Yumi stayed behind. With a flashlight in her pocket and her heart pounding in her chest, she made her way to the darkened hallway where Classroom 4B waited. The door was locked, as always, but Yumi had prepared. She had borrowed a spare key from the janitor’s office earlier that day. With trembling fingers, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The air in the room was heavy, carrying the scent of old books and chalk. Dust particles floated in the beam of her flashlight. The desks were arranged neatly, as if waiting for students who had long since moved on. On the teacher’s desk sat a single notebook, its cover faded and worn. Yumi approached cautiously, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She opened the notebook and found pages filled with names, dates, and short, cryptic messages: "Kenji Yamamoto – March 3rd. 'Don’t take the shortcut home.'" "Aiko Tanaka – May 12th. 'Check under the loose floorboard.'" "Hana Suzuki – October 8th. 'The answer is in the art room.'" Each name had a note beside it, as if someone had been leaving warnings or clues. Yumi flipped to the last page and froze. Her own name was written there: Yumi Takahashi – November 15th. 'Don’t look in the mirror.' Her blood ran cold. That was today. Before she could process what it meant, a soft creak echoed behind her. Yumi spun around, her flashlight trembling in her hand. The large, dusty mirror at the back of the room caught her attention. She had seen it when she entered but hadn’t paid it much mind. Now, she noticed something strange: the reflection wasn’t quite right. The room looked darker in the mirror, and the desk she had just left was empty—even though the notebook was still there in reality. Her reflection stood frozen, staring back at her. Then, slowly, the reflection began to move on its own. “Yumi,” it whispered, lips moving silently in the mirror. “Leave now.” Yumi stumbled backward, her heart racing. She turned to run, but the door slammed shut, trapping her inside. The reflection stepped out of the mirror, a shadowy version of Yumi with hollow eyes. It reached for her, its voice echoing like a broken record. “Don’t look… don’t look…” Summoning all her courage, Yumi grabbed the notebook and hurled it at the mirror. The glass shattered, and with it, the shadowy figure dissolved into mist. The door creaked open, and Yumi didn’t hesitate. She sprinted out of the room, her breaths ragged. The next day, Classroom 4B was locked again, and no one spoke of what happened. But Yumi knew she wasn’t the first to encounter its secrets—and she wouldn’t be the last. From then on, she avoided mirrors, just in case.

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