My Life
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Publikasi terakhir Kam, Jun 1, 2017
Ghesyila adalah seorang gadis Manis yg selalu ceria Dan baik hati ,namun..ia ternyata mempunyai penyakit berbahaya.
Ghesyila berjanji akan membahagiakan siapapun walaupun dia harus merelakan dan meninggalkan yang dia miliki demi orang-orang yang dia sayang.
"Walaupun aku mempunyai penyakit yang berbahaya, aku tidak akan pernah menyerah untuk selalu membahagiakan orang yang aku sayang disetiap nafas dan hidupku. Aku hidup bukan untuk dikasihani, mungkin umur hidupku tidak seperti kalian yang mungkin juga bisa bertahan lebih lama"
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𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 & 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 ; 𝚋𝚋𝚋 𝚡 𝚐/𝚋 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎
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