Aku Move On
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Last published Mon, Dec 11, 2017
▪Ya Allah , jika dia bukan tercipta untukku ,jauhkanlah dia dari pandangan mataku. Jika benar dia tercipta untukku , kau satukan kami dengan restu. Amin.
▪Belajarlah melepaskan kerana Allah. InshaAllah kau akan kuat. 💪
▪Untuk manusia yang tak kuat untuk move on. Yakinlah kau mampu hidup sendiri. 😊
Kerna aku juga begitu dahulunya sehingga la kini , aku bisa hidup bahagia sendiri.
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