Hirit ng Sawi't Iniwan
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Ostatnia publikacja wt., cze 19, 2018
Pain is part of LOVE.
Di naman sa sobrang bitter.
Sabihin nalang naten dito nalang nilabas lahat ng pain kaysa naman sa nanakit at nang iwan sayo.
#peace
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