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+021🕊️🖤💙 :

135+ bukan hanya sekedar angka

2026-09-29 15:30:24

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JÀVIÈR :

REMEMBERING THE MALANG TRAGEDY

2026-09-29 23:21:16

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im tooooo :

makasi teman' yang uda terus menyuarakan 135+ 🙏

2026-09-29 18:17:51

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🇬🇦⚔️🛡️⛓️ :

4 taun tanpa ke adilan 135+ itu bukan angka yg biasa

2026-09-29 13:08:26

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still high :

2026-09-30 00:15:55

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pemujarahasia :

KANJURUHAN BELUM USAI

2026-09-29 23:36:06

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bovver⚒ :

no justice no peace,never forget kanjuruhan malang 135+

2026-09-29 10:45:18

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d :

boleh minta mentahanya bang?🙏🏻

2026-09-29 16:33:23

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️Alqi :

#usuttuntas135+

2026-09-29 23:22:54

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micyyell :

izin ambl fdnyaa🙏

2026-09-29 14:24:29

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ladhusing_ :

satu nyawa orang diganti dengan 135 nyawa orang sam reel🥲

2026-09-29 19:42:28

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gathann :

seng sabar sam masio aku bonek

2026-09-29 22:30:20

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𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙗 :

2026-09-29 14:10:15

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PUSAT PENCINTA ALAM :

allfatihah.....

2026-09-29 11:16:10

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sapincalm_ :

2026-09-29 17:23:49

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abcdefghep :

alfatihah🤲

2026-09-30 00:10:40

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naldi :

#menolaklupakanjuruhan

2026-09-29 17:04:23

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hid.ckck :

2026-09-29 11:51:10

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ikalll05 :

2026-09-29 17:19:00

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fvckinpeople :

alfatihah buat semua korban🖤

2026-09-29 19:01:09

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user38531903 :

Hidup Arek Malang

2026-09-30 00:51:41

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ahmdtoriq_ :

semua ada di malang, kecuali keadilan

2026-09-30 00:56:49

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riff :

alfatihah buat kejadian kanjuruhan

2026-09-29 15:29:04

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✌️ :

DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT KANJURUHAN 🥀

2026-09-29 12:48:14

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606116 :

never forget 135+🥀

2026-09-29 15:51:56

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