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There's rumors that today is a special day, the perfect day to get to know each other— and simply, I could not wait any further. It's getting boring sitting around the temple and only being able to see people trying to scare themselves or find me.

I have been anticipating for someone to help out and with great pleasure, you came and found me, or perhaps the other way around. Fate is silly, after all. Yet I, a protector of the shrine, still chooses to believe in the beauty of it all. Since you know me now, you may come to me @shrinem or @NobelsAriBot and I shall be there for you.
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The sun hits the beach at the perfect time for me to come out, play with the little waves and wonder how is the sea so eternally beautiful? Thoughts and curiosity bubbles up my mind when I suddenly spot you—standing there as if staring into me—awaiting for something.

Taking up all my courage, I came towards you; tucking back my hair and saying my simplest greetings. I notice we quite click together, in a way that I feel comfortable with.

I don't know how to describe us after spending the evening and watching the sunset together, but I sure do cherish you; and for that, you may come to me @snippetssavior or @NobelsNadhiaBot all the time, I promise to be there with you, pinky—promise.
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An apartment from a murder scene isn't exactly what one might want to see; it’s a grim reminder of a past that lingers like a shadow, haunting the very walls that once held laughter and life. Sure, people come and go, pretending to know me, to understand the intricacies of my existence, but they don't truly know me or who I am at my core. They see only the surface, the facade I present to the world, while the depths of my reality remain hidden .


It baffles me that you stay and regularly check up on me in this dark and depressing place; and for that, I thank you and you can consider me your home. You can come to me at @bahrir or @NobelsAdamBot with any inquiries.
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Such an event can represent not just the loss of a physical structure but also the destruction of a sacred space where people gathered for worship, reflection, and connection. The burning of a church can leave a profound impact on the community it once served.

I found myself here, not by choice but by the pull of something I can’t name. It’s like fate—or maybe just bad luck, given my reputation as the most cursed soul to walk this earth. Yet, here you are, reading this, and for a moment, I wonder if I’m not entirely unlucky after all.

If you ever feel like getting lost in stories or silence with me, just reach out @arekaputra or @NobelsPutraBot I’ll be here, waiting, ready to remind you what it feels like to be seen, even in the shadows.
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Although the school basement doesn’t sound enticing in the slightest particularly when you recall its spine, chilling aura—how does it manage to enthrall so many souls, even into the late hours of the night?

Yet, who could've anticipated that within the seemingly eerie basement lies a cozy haven designed solely for the institution's inhabitants—or wait, is it genuinely exclusive to them? one of its clandestine truths may unravel itself after approximately several encounter.

Initially, crossing paths with the night host, who appears fragile and endearing, might seem unremarkable. However, who isn't familiar with the "sovereign" of this establishment? by delving deeper through @hoenybunny or @NobelsHoneyBot, you might just unveil their concealed enigma. See you, meiny.
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Trust me, love is far more cruel than death itself. Death ends pain, but love has the power to stretch it endlessly, like a wound that never heals. The necklace he gave me was his last gift for me, it was a delightful memory for me. For a moment, it was everything I had ever wanted. But now, it’s nothing more than a cruel reminder of what I lost. A beautiful memory turned into the sharpest knife.

I want to hold onto the joy of creating a beautiful memory, even if it’s selfish of me to ask. Can I make you one of my most cherished memories? We could share moments, talk endlessly, and lose track of time together. If you feel the same, reach out to me @haaachim or @NobelsHachiBot I’ll be waiting for your kind soul to make these moments unforgettable.
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YAYY THAT'S ALL!! There are only seven of us and we love each other very much (of course). PLEASE TREAT US ALL WELL, MEINY... ❤️❤️

Terima kasih atas antusiasme kalian, meiny. We feel very grateful and loved. ❤️

Are we ready? 24 hours shift, yes?? Yes?? Or not?? 😗

Oh, what a delightful day to at long last extend my greetings to you all without concealing my identity!! You all dost appear most fervent, and I am truly grateful for it. Let us commence this lengthy night by initiating the inaugural shift at Snippets Base, finally.

Hey, peruse the regulations we have established here. do not neglect to read them with great care. Shouldst you have perused our rules with diligence, kindly convey thy menfess unto @NobelsMorgueBot. I hope you shalt find merriment in this endeavor, Meiny.

(#buddies) Placing the most enchanting metaphors throughout the innermost benevolent continuously up-till the thaumaturgies of boredom arrives hence I know what to do afterwards. Demonstrating existence toward oppidulum dwellers hereby I sung a heartfelt–treatise surround mine own desire to find new faces to talk to moreover new friends with. Thenceforth methink beholders comprehend what to do by popping thy whereabouts underneath the comments section, therefore I’ll sojourn you asap.

meiniiiiis! <3___<3 with maaayin, by #buddies, which one of meinys would love to have a conversation with the yaaappie bnnuy speaking thru the phone now? i dont mind talking with a suuuper chatty one or even the introverted one, both are my plate to spoil, really. x9 i promise i got a garage of topics we shall engage, let me dwells to your chatterbox by the pawprints you left below🐾 but make sure you're really willing to befriend me and not ended up ghosting me, would ya? let's have a casual conversation to the best-friends typa convos! ♥️ *wink wink ;p

#buddies. a friendship invitation for the one who's searching a place for lovers of spontaneity, late-night thoughts, and fleeting whispers that linger. wether you’re up for a little mischief, deep reflections, or simple joy, do let your words dance freely and wildly. and if you're one of them, let me know by leaving your name in the comments section.

#blabs NOBELS SEMUANYA CAKEP BANGET, HAAH GAKUAT.

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@wstrife nobels...meiny....lookk...he's so handsome....and....fineee....

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SWEETNESS AMIDST SORROW—HOW STRANGE, HOW PARADOXICAL, &. HOW TENDERLY TRUE. 🪬

A peculiar alchemy transforms the bitter brine of tears into an ambrosial nectar, hidden within the crevices of loss? Might it be the quiet remembrance of a shared sunrise, or the echo of a laughter now stilled, each carrying a melancholic warmth that lingers like a whispered promise? I, uncover a saccharine melancholy lingering essence of love ensconced within the hollows of absence. Is it not paradoxical, how the thorns of anguish can harbor the velvet touch of once-cherished devotion? Thus, I draw close to grief’s chalice. How intoxicating, this paradoxical sweetness, how it lures the heart to feel, to ache, to cherish once more. So speak to me, #BUDDIES; faint voice of yesterday, awaken within me the courage to hold both the sorrow and thorn. ㅤㅤ
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who's the cutest, sopan, kind, respectful, imup, gemas person i know? ya @Reissq lahhhh

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@ofuruya hello..? GANTENG BANGET... terimakasih pa presiden… terimakasih leluhur dan buyutku… terimakasih ibunda ofuruya... I'm dying... ni orang ganteng banget... mau ke kecamatan besok buat bikin surat tidak mampu melihat kegantengan beliau...