Asing
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Last published Thu, Nov 1, 2018
Bukan sebuah cerita, hanya sekedar tulisan sahaja. Mungkin kau menganggap ini biasa, tapi bagiku ini adalah hasil karya. Tak peduli bagaimana kalian mengapresiasi atau membully ku disini. Tulisan ini akan terus berjalan. Maaf bila bahasa ku terlalu kaku bak anak sasta. Ini kesengajaan agar kau tak dapat menebak siapa aku sebenarnya. Silahkan membaca.
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