Wrong About Forever
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mungkin sampai disini saja coretan aku buat engkau wahai bidadariku .
saya maafkan semua perbuatan dia , semoga dia sempat minta ampun dari Tuhan . Sesungguhnya , tiada manusia yang lari dari kesilapan .
Ya Allah , andai ini sujud terakhir ku kau ampunila dosa-dosa lalu ku . Sungguh aku lalai dengan cinta dunia . Aku takut aku tidak dapat menjejaki syurgamu ya Allah , matikan aku dikalangan orang yang beriman
andai boleh diputarkan waktu , aku harap aku tidak lemas dalam lautan dosa
cerita ini hanyala rekaan semata-mata , tidak ada kene mengena dengan yang hidup ataupun sudah tiada
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