خـــەســێـــنــراو
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  • Reads 20,845
  • Votes 2,496
  • Parts 27
  • Time 6h 26m
Ongoing, First published Jul 18, 2023
دوگیان بونی پیاوانی تێدایە! 
لەوەیە پلاس 18 دەی زۆر بێت

رقـم لـە نـاچـاریـە بـەلـام تـۆ نـاچـارم دەکـەی لـێـت دوور بـم" 


مـن کـە نـامـەوێـت بـۆ سـاتـێـک لـێـت دوور بـم تـۆ کـە ئـەتـەوێـت دوور بـم ''

ناچارم دوورت کەمەوە لەخۆم"


لـە یـاسـایـی پـێـک گـەشـتـنـدا دەبـێـت ئـازاری دوور بـوون بـچـێـژن
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