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𓍼 cipul = cipa beautiful ♡
𓍼 cipul = cipa beautiful ♡
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elidwlilestari
elidwilestari :
katanya aku ngk pernah ngertiin dia yg kerja, padahal aku jarang komunikasi sama dia🥹
2026-06-26 10:06:08
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astinaa.05
inaa🌷⁉️ :
Katanya aku ngk bisa ngertiin dia, padahal dia ngk punya duit aja aku ngk masalah😌🙏
2026-08-30 18:43:54
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nnurfitriiii
n :
kadang emg kita harus jadi brengsek untuk dapat cowo yg baik..
2026-08-12 02:14:50
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wlndri.win
wnd :
😄😄😄
2026-08-29 13:53:10
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dinandbarr
𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐍. :
hahaha pantesan
2026-08-24 17:11:06
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njwarhdii
wawaaa :
aku ga repost tapi aku disini
2026-08-12 17:23:06
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cnddddtn
user151127304505 :
BETUL
2026-08-24 17:46:20
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soehely04
Iya! :
Bener bgt lagi☺️
2026-07-29 02:38:16
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cntaffuji
RizRshopiz :
tau gitu gw mnya Pajero ya
2026-06-20 01:51:36
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fafa_0351
anak mama :
Aku bingung perhatian di bilang tumben ga perhatian kamu chat ama siapa jadi aku harus jadi apa
2026-07-10 15:59:12
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_tanayaazzahraa
n :
ternyata benar , menjadi perempuan yang menerima apa adanya dan tidak banyak menuntut justru lebih sering untuk di sepelekan dan tidak di hargai. menurut kita itu jahat , tapi menurut dia itu engga , karena apa? karena standar moral itu berbeda beda. sesuatu yang mungkin kita anggap itu sangat menyakitkan kemungkinan di lingkup dia itu hanya sebuah hal kecil yang terlihat biasa saja.
2026-09-02 19:32:28
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lookingf0rlily
￴lil4yy :
2026-08-14 18:20:33
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yynnf
f :
2026-08-15 15:55:18
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thisisaprincess
aell🎀 :
izin kata katanya kaaa
2026-06-19 16:57:06
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