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Naaa🍑 :

Cita” ku sebelum menjadi kuli pabrik

2026-11-07 12:45:50

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Laily :

cita" ku terhalang tinggi badan

2026-11-07 18:17:38

90

່ :

kaa smga seragam nya nular ke aku ya 🥹

2026-11-07 15:23:36

322

mumun :

Cita citaku sebelum jadi tkw🤏🏼

2026-11-07 13:48:37

45

﮼النساء 🌷 :

kakk kyk gitu pecinya di agak kebelakangin boleh ga ? hehe maap kepo😳

2026-11-07 16:17:32

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™ :

one day

2026-11-07 23:57:13

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𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕚_𝕎𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕚🕊 :

citacita ku sebelum jadi tkw

2026-11-08 00:44:01

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alya :

spil cepol ka

2026-11-07 10:00:03

0

1 R M 4 :

pekerjaan kaka cita” ku dulu tp terhlang TB🥺

2026-11-08 00:27:03

1

Ncun 🐳 :

Cita citaku sebelum jadi ASN [Menangis] pengen jadi pramugari KAI dan pegawai BANK

2026-11-07 15:55:17

7

bhilanifah :

Cita2ku sblm jd irt pengangguran

2026-11-07 14:33:34

5

Dyns🪽 :

Cinta” ku sblm jd tkw taiwan 😭😭😭 krna botol yakult jdi sadar diri jugaa 😩😩

2026-11-07 23:40:11

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Wilalala :

Cita” q sblm jadi mba tkw🥺

2026-11-08 00:23:24

0

Taurus ♉ :

cantiknya Masya Allah k😍

2026-11-08 00:29:57

0

Putut Anggoro :

Itu namanya apa ya ka? Peci atau bukan

2026-11-07 06:55:02

9

rinnn🧚 :

masyaallah cantik bgt KA😘

2026-11-07 06:49:27

2

libragrl :

masyaallah ini cita cita aku sebelum jd kuli pabrik ka🥺

2026-11-07 16:43:52

2

sa :

klo mau kerja gini hrus kuliah dlu ga kak?

2026-11-07 14:22:16

1

n :

2026-11-07 07:50:48

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Ruangarsy :

Hallo kak wanda. Kebetulan nama kita sama nih, nasip nya aja yg beda😭😂

2026-11-07 23:50:55

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AAm✨ :

semoga 13 tahun kedepan anak sulungku bisa seperti kakaknya.. aamiin 🥰✨🤲

2026-11-07 23:16:15

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Gendhis✨ :

Spil cepolnya dong kak

2026-11-07 23:12:45

0

wandactrdw :

ka nama kita sama🫰🏻

2026-11-07 22:10:47

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2026-11-07 21:55:34

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There is a familiar heaviness that follows me, regardless of the hour, somewhere between the middle of my back and my chest, the unbearable feeling I thought I had buried found its way back to me. Tears began staining my cheeks. My eyes blurred until the colour blue of my prayer mat became nothing but a faded colour beneath me. I lowered my head, unable to stay focused. I felt ashamed, disgusted, empty, numb and exhausted. Perhaps all of them had found a place within me. I tried to recite my surahs, but my mouth remained still. I knew the words, I had known them for years, yet now I could not bring a single one forward. It was as though my exhausted soul whos got sick and tired, she took over my soul because she wnated to feel seen, all because I buried her under my dust of ignorance. She wanted a solution. She knew I couldn't forever ignore the pain as if it was going to be solved by it's own. She will come back and haunt me in a random day. Random evening. Random hour. There is a string somewhere in my heart, a string that carries everything I have never managed to put into words. It stretches across seas and countries, through places I have never seen, searching for a peace it cannot seem to reach. It could travel the entire world if only it had somewhere to rest. Yet I remain here, unable to follow it. Even the words of others have become difficult to carry. Every sentence feels like another brick falling against already towering walls. Every remark settles somewhere deep within me, where words were never meant to reach. Perhaps people speak without thinking, but I find myself carrying their sentences long after they have forgotten saying them. And there I was, looking down at the faded blue beneath my hands in sujood, with a heart full of things that have no names, a mind covered in fog and a string stretching towards a peace that always seems somewhere beyond reach. Perhaps the heart remembers everything the mind tries to leave behind. Perhaps that is why mine feels like an entire world that nobody has ever visited. Ya rabbi, alhamdulilah. #foryoupage#fyp#goviral#poem#

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