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born as an island girl, blooming like one too. (2001)

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@purrblemmaker udah siap belum?

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@TheKlubs udah siap belum?

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@StoreRoomCo udah siap belum?

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@thebingfriends udah siap belum?

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a new chapter begins in bali.

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@by__youngk m-makasih oppa, red carpet nya mana?

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@hongmringi yuk abang anter pake angkot.

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d-2, not asking for attention, just taking it.

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@selfolssi hi.

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@selfolx hi pretty!

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@selfolssi telat gak ya?

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clear the road, they’re pulling up.

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pretty and dangerous, in that order.

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@selfolssi minatt.

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#NewProfilePic

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The only thing we want at the end of the night is to sink into the subconscious, into a fantasy called a sweet dream. Where we can soundly reverie about the things we desire most. Beautiful but temporary, “Maybe Tomorrow,” that imagination will be forever like we used to wish.

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Twinkle twinkle pretty stars, I’ll never stop admiring you who can always radiate your refinement. You are celestial body that brings hope in every misery that I feel. “Maybe Tomorrow,” I thought, but you are there in the darkness to guide me that the future will still be fine.

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https://t.co/0aRpNq9Phq | Of all the music masterpieces we create, we also want to be one of the mesmerizing arts for others. Now, we have succeeded in realizing we became the new visuals for VANS. Just look at our excitement on set so on target with our unique personalities!

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Broken, in pieces without any leftovers that could give memories. The red thread that slowly broke its fibers was on the verge of giving up. The tight embrace of ours was no longer warm, only the cold melody of “끝났지” which penetrated into my heart which had to be destroyed.

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The compass kept spinning as the emptiness had yet to subside inside me. Slowly, the sun rose from the eastern horizon, shining its beam towards me. Which I actually couldn’t feel because the thought of “Maybe Tomorrow” was still haunting me. Will all this unrest end?