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Villager KoKo :

နှုတ်စိတ်နေတဲ့ကမ္ဘာကြီးမှာ အောက်ကျို့ခံပြီး အောက်ကျို့ပြီး ရင်ဖွင့်နေရတာ အရမ်းကိုရင်နာရပါတယ်

2026-10-28 04:20:32

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Aung Kyaw Myint :

ငါ့အဖေနဲ့အမေသေရင်တောင်ငါမျက်ရည်မကျဘူးဆိုပီးဆုံးဖြက်ထားတာငါသူကိုကြည့်ပီးစိတ်ထဲမကောင်းပီးမျက်ရည်ကျရတယ်လေးစားပါတယ်သံအမတ်ကြီးရယ်

2026-10-28 06:19:55

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U myowin :

democratic for ukyawmoe tun. Thanks youso much. 😭😭😭

2026-10-28 13:00:41

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Manandarphyo :

ဦးကျော်မိုးထွန်းရဲ့ရှိုတ်သံကိုသူတော်ကောင်းတို့နှလုံးသားနဲ့ကြားပါစေ

2026-10-28 06:04:16

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လောကဓံ :

တော်ယုံခံစားချက်နဲ့ယောက်ကျားတယောက်မျက် ရည်မကျဘူးသူရဲ့ရပ်တည့်မူကြီးကမနည်းဘူးပဲ

2026-10-28 13:26:50

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Ko Zaw Naing :

ရှေ့တန်းကနေနိုင်ငံတကာရဲ့ရှေ့မောက်မှာပြည်သူအတွက်ကြိုးစားပေးနေတဲ့ဦးကျော်မိုးထွန်းအသက်ရာကျော်ရှည်ပါစေ

2026-10-28 06:45:55

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Htun Lin Kyaw :

မတရားမှုသိသိကြီးနဲ့ကို ကမ္ဘာနိုင်ငံအသိုင်းအဝိုင်းကမသိ ကျေးကျွန်ပြု နေတာကြီးကွာ ရင်နာပါတယ် ဦး ကျော်မိုးထွန်းကိုအားနားပါတယ်ဗျာ လေးလဲ လေးစာပါတယ်

2026-10-28 06:11:05

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ခရမ်းပြာ :

ဦးကျော်မိုးထွနးကျမ်းမာပါစေဘေးကင်းပါစေ[Heartwarming][Heartwarming][Heartwarming][Heartwarming][Heartwarming]

2026-10-28 12:05:28

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lonny 11 :

your feeling voice... same to you🥺

2026-10-28 14:34:45

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👻👻 :

ငါတို့ပါမျက်ရည်ဝဲတယ်ပြောသွားတာ

2026-10-28 05:47:52

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Thiha :

မျက်ရည်ကျမိတာ ငါတယောက်တည်းလား ငါကပျော့ညံ့တဲ့သူတော့မဟုတ်ပါဘူး ဒါပေမဲ့ငါ မျက်ရည်တွေစီးကျနေတယ်

2026-10-28 11:36:25

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Ko Thar Cham 11.8 :

သံအမတ်ကြီးက ကျွန်တော်တို့မြန်မာနိုင်ငံရဲ့သူရဲကောင်းပါ။များများ တင်ပြပေးပါဗျာ။မြန်မာပြည်သူတွေ အငတ်ဘေးတွေကြုံနေကြရပြီ။စစ်ကောင်စီတွေ ဘာမှ မလုပ်ပေးပါ။ပြည်သူတွေကိုပဲ စိတ်ဆင်းရဲ ဒုက်ခတွေပဲပေးတာပါ။ကျန်တော်သိချင်တာ နိုင်ငံတကာက ဘာလို့မကူညီကြတာလဲဗျာ။ပြည်သူတွေ ဘယ်လောက် အသက်ပေးဆပ်ရဦးမလဲဗျာ။လက်နက်ရှိတဲ့သူက အနိုင်ကျင့်တာ ဒီလိုပဲခံရတော့မှာလားဗျာ။မြန်မြန်ကူညီကြပါတော့ဗျာ🙏🙏။ 😭😭😭😭😭

2026-10-28 07:02:10

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cm9411 :

Respectfully

2026-10-28 14:32:33

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ကိုမျိုးကြီး :

ဒီဘဝမှာ လိုလားတောင့်တဆုံးသောဆုတခုသာတောင်းပါဆိုရင် ကျွန်နုပ်သည်သာမန်လူတန်းစား တစ်ယောက်ပါ ရွှေတွေငွေတွေ စည်းစိမ်တွေမလိုပါ မြန်မာနိုင်ငံကြီးသာ စစ်မီးတွေငြိမ်းအေးပါစေပြည်သူပြည်သားတွေစိတ်နလုံးအေးချမ်စွာနေထိုင်ရပါစေ ..ဆုတောင်းပါတယ်ဗျာ.

2026-10-28 05:46:03

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ko Htet myat :

impossible

2026-10-28 15:00:14

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Ko Kyaw :

မြန်မာပြည်သူတွေအတွက်လူသားဆန်တဲ့သူရဲကောင်းတဦီးပါသံအမတ်ကြီး ပြောစရာစကားမရှိတော့ပါဘူး မြန်မာပြည်ကြီးအမြန်ဆုံးအေးချမ်းပါစေ🥺🥺

2026-10-28 04:33:51

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😍Thin Zar❤️ :

ထပ်တူဝမ်းနည်းရပါတယ် အခုလိုပြောပြပေးတဲ့အတွက်ကျေးဇူးတင်ပါတယ်

2026-10-28 04:21:49

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winkoko :

အရမ်း အရမ်းကိုဝမ်းနည်းရပါတယ်😭😭😭

2026-10-28 04:31:39

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သဘာဝ lusoe lay :

ထပ်တူဝမ်းနည်းရပါတယ် သံအမတ်ကြီးခမျာ

2026-10-28 05:08:59

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Family Naing :

ကိုယ့်ရဲ့လူမျိုးကိုသတ်တဲ့ မြန်မာစစ်အစိုးရကို အမြန်ဆုံးအရေးယူပေးပါ သူတို့ အတွက် ဉပဒေ မရှိဘူးလား?????/

2026-10-28 05:51:42

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🅷🆃🅸🅺🅴 🅶🆈🅸 :

လေးစားရပါတယ် သံအမတ်ကြီး😔

2026-10-28 12:23:02

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သူရ :

သံအမတ်ကြီးအသက်ရှည်လို့ကျမ်းမာပါစေထပ်တူဝမ်းနည်းခံစားရပါတယ်

2026-10-28 05:27:09

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ပြန်မလာနဲ့တော့စိတ်နာသွားပြီ🙅 :

ကျနော်တို့ အသံတွေကို ရင်ဘက်ကြီးနဲ့ နားထောင်ပေးပါဗျာ

2026-10-28 07:00:30

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Awin :

ရင်ထဲမှတစ်ဆင့်ခေါင်းမွေးတေကြက်သည်းမွှေးညှင်းတေပါထပီးအရမ်းကိုခံစားရပါတယ်ဗျား😭😢😭

2026-10-28 06:44:28

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ZinMinxTun :

စစ်အာဏာရှင်စနစ်ကျရှုံးပါစေ

2026-10-28 08:18:55

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