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Dunia Tanpa Julid (Julid Sana Julid Sini).

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What is Dunia Tanpa Julid (Julid Sana Julid Sini).

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Julid, mengomentari semua yang di lakukan orang lain. Menganggap bahwa dari sudut pandangnya adalah kebenaran. Julid sana julid sini. Berdiri salah jongkok salah. Manusia yang hidup di zaman Society 5.0 dengan memiliki wawasan yang berlebihan. Sampai akal dan hati tidak pernah berjalan selaiknya manusia yang punya hati nurani. Memberi pendapat yang menyakiti tanpa menimbang rasa sakit perkataannya. Masih menjadi misteri memecahkan rasa julid zaman now. Tanpa mengenal laki-laki dan perempuan, tua dan muda. jari jempol seakan secepat kilat. Menabuhkan di kolom kolom komentar. Seonggok kata yang bisa merusak kepercayaan diri seseorang. Simak kisah kejulidan zaman now.

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