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user545347638802
"লক্ষী" :
হারিয়ে ফেলছি আজকে 😅😅😅
2026-09-06 12:47:23
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mridulrahman05
❤️‍🩹V❤️‍🔥 :
🥹🥹🥹 হারিয়ে ফেলেছি
2026-09-06 08:19:56
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user8210724235704
Sanjida :
haraiya false 3 din hoiya gase tare family karone se aj amare hoillo nah jai dike amai mey hoiya amare family raji korise kinto se cale hoiyao parlo nah😅😅😅
2026-09-06 09:33:04
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odora.akter.mim
🎀{ ব্যর্থ মেয়ে }🎀 :
হারিয়ে ফেলছি একটু আগে.../🥹🥹
2026-09-06 14:15:55
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mubarakhussain4408
🍷 sathi🥀 moni🍷 :
হারিয়ে ফেলছি ভাইয়া 🥺
2026-09-06 12:32:44
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arthimondol85
🌺 লক্ষ্মী বউ 🌺 :
01/09/2026 😅💔😥
2026-09-06 12:42:25
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iam.muslim.riyad.vaiy
⏤͟͟♡𝐑𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐝ᥫ᭡𝐁𝐛𝐳𐙚🧃💋 :
যে থাকার এমনি থাকবে
2026-09-06 14:00:00
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janu32466
▄︻デ𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕥══━一 :
শেষ হয়ে গেছে 😅
2026-09-06 12:58:27
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user2600808193359
🤌💋😘𝓮𝓻𝓪 ꪑ𝓸𝓷𝓲 😘💋🤌 :
হারিয়ে ফেলছি 😅😅
2026-09-06 09:04:31
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123farzana21
Farjana.....!! 🫶💗 :
আমি তো আরো কয়েক মাস আগেই হারাই পেলছি 😅
2026-09-06 18:44:52
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sadia.akthar.420
⎯͢⎯⃝🦋 জাতির সাদিয়া আফা⎯͢⎯⃝🦋 :
মাসের দোষ দিয়ে লাভ নাই যে থাকবে সে এমনিতেই থাকবে
2026-09-06 10:45:05
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user5794284369267
💞অওনার জামাই 💞 :
হারিয়ে ফেলেছি আমার জান কে...!😫😫❤️‍🩹
2026-09-06 11:18:11
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jariyat.islam
....♥️🎀... :
আজকে আমার কাছ থেকে সে বিদায় নিয়ে চলে গেছে🥺🥺😔
2026-09-06 16:47:57
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user1654387517475
❤️❤️Jannat ❤️❤️ :
হারিয়ে ফেলেছি
2026-09-06 13:18:43
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promemojumder2
আব্বু আম্মুর একমাত্র কলিজা,,💝 :
পালিয়ে যাবো কালকে সবাই দোয়া করবেন, অনেক বড় বিপদে আছি, বিবাহিত হয়ে অবিবাহিত ছেলের সাথে পালিয়ে যাবো,,🥺🥺
2026-09-06 08:51:13
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user3876381006793
রাগের..😡রানি.☺️😌 :
হুম ভাইয়া আমাদের বিচ্ছেদের পতে 😭😭😭
2026-09-06 12:17:04
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arifmondol3846
মায়াবি রাজকন্যা 🥰🫠😫 :
হারাই ছি ,🥹🥹
2026-09-06 08:50:39
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.its.me0724
😘❤️—HEMU—😘🕊️ :
আগের বছর এই মাসেই পূর্ণতা পাইছি আর এই বছরে এই মাসে বিচ্ছেদ🥹😭😅❤️‍🩹
2026-09-06 08:54:48
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.ma.maria.islam
মায়াবতী :
আমার হারিয়ে গেছে, কিছু দিন হলো
2026-09-06 08:22:59
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itsmetanisha11
🍷ɎØᵾɌ ŦȺNƗSĦȺ🍷 :
হারিয়ে ফেলছি 😅😔
2026-09-06 15:18:01
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md.anowar.hossain646
অলক্ষী🌻✨ :
হাজারো চেষ্টার পরও রাখতে পারি নাই 🥹❤️‍🩹
2026-09-06 12:46:03
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hmarafat100
,,,,,,,🫀(A+N),,,,,,,🫀 :
আছে ভাই প্রিয় মানুষটা এখনো আছে ভাই এখনো♥️♥️♥️
2026-09-06 20:03:04
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xaiko.421
❥=🌸ꕥউপন্যাস প্রেমীꕥ💝🎀=❥ :
হারিয়ে ফেলছি ভাই..!!😅
2026-09-06 18:59:23
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its_me_chadoni0
🦋.......প্রজাপতি.......🦋 :
কেউ লাইনে আছে
2026-09-06 18:43:06
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simran.agency6
⚜️✳️(ভাগ্যবতী ✳️⚜️ :
আমি যাকে পেয়েছি সে কখোনোই আমাকে ছারবেনা, ইনশাআল্লাহ 🥹
2026-09-06 18:46:38
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