TaKdIr TeRcIptA

TaKdIr TeRcIptA

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Last published Sun, Jan 8, 2017

allah cinta hati jiwa nadabatin

Perkongsian detik yang tidak ada yang menarik. Cinta yang biasa tiada noktah. Moga ketemui sezarah cuma bagi diri anda teladan dan kata yang punya sedekah jariyah. Mungkin bukan karya hebat. Cuma luahan rasa kesepian. Tidak Mahu Dianggap Menyusahkan Sesiapa. Tulisan lah dan baca lah dapat ubat hati. Bukan jua mengungkit ketentuan. Aku berasa cemburu biarpun tiada apa apa ikatan. Dia mencuri hatiku. Coretan nama mu.. WMH

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