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❗ :

pliss mau bangetttt tidur jam 10 malam, tpi gabisa, paling ga jam 12. tpi subuh tetep bangun sih🫶🏻

2026-08-18 22:36:20

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ndaaaa🍃 :

tidur jam 10 ,bangun jam 4,30/ 4,40 Alhamdulillah aku punya hidup enak itu

2026-08-19 00:15:32

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bajingan :

yang saat ini gw lakukan tp gw kerjaa cooo makanya di lakuin

2026-08-19 01:41:28

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cahaya :

tidur jam 9 bangun jam 3 😑

2026-08-19 07:57:05

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f :

gw tdur jm 10:00 bngun 03:00🗿

2026-08-19 20:52:10

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Astda2004 :

atur waktumu sebelum waktu terlewatkan

2026-08-19 00:00:26

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asoyy :

tidur 11 malem keatass bangus setengah 6

2026-08-19 06:20:02

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ִֶָ☾.ҫөғғӎїꙇҝ☕︎♬⋆.˚ :

Jam 10 kurang☝️

2026-08-18 22:52:54

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ada.ibnu nih :

harus ninggalin game kesayangan

2026-08-19 07:55:12

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p :

bangun jam 12 siang lebih enak😭

2026-08-18 22:17:56

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wan 26 :

ini tidur 01.00 bangun 04.30😭

2026-08-19 05:08:18

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Faiz Percent :

pertama begadang niee

2026-08-18 22:11:37

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￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ :

tidur jam 9 bangun jam 6😌😌

2026-08-19 00:57:29

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