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𝒜 🍥 :
How can we go back to being friends? When we just shared a bed? How can u look at me and pretend I’m someone u never met? (I DID THIS WITH THE SONG)
2025-06-27 21:51:43
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☆ :
can you please do a tutorial?
2025-06-11 17:48:53
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im_si_wan_333 :
Im someone you never met💔😫
2025-07-28 00:14:48
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bigdih.bella :
ITS BEEN SPED UP THISBWHOLE TIME?.!,!??!
2025-06-11 22:36:30
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𖤓𝐋 𝐀 𝐘 𝐋 𝐀 𖤓 :
APP OR WEBSITE NAME PLZ
2025-06-13 06:29:03
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kels 🎀 :
“Wait no please!"-“ she begged right before she was cut off by a strange pain. She looked down in confusion and worry to see the sharp end of a knife piercing through the middle of her stomach, covered in a mysterious red liquid. Her eyes widened in shock as she let out a quiet gasp. She knew it was blood, but the amount of confusion mixed with suffering, made it hard to understand. She gasped in surprise. “W-what?…” she mumbled. Then, it twisted. She felt a rush of agony go through her. “Ahh!” She screamed. She began to feel lightheaded as the pain increased. Just then, the knife was removed. The pain was worse than anything she had ever experienced. She inhaled, making it hurt even worse. She sat her hand on her stomach and felt the sensation of irritation. She lifted her hand to her face. On the surface of her palm was a red liquid. “blood?…” she said, her stomach throbbing with discomfort with every breath. Her head started to pound even worse. She couldn’t understand what had just happened. It was too much to comprehend for her weak self. She turned her head, then her body, she caught a glance of you. Next thing she knew she couldn’t stand. She stumbled over, falling to the ground. She hit the ground hard, sending a shockwave of pain throughout her body. Then, she layed there. Knowing that the one that had stabbed her was someone she knew as one of her kind. As she layed there, bleeding out, she took time to acknowledge that the person that stabbed her was another human, just as she was, and yet she knew what had happened, she simply couldn’t understand why. Why someone would do this to her, to anyone as a matter of fact. All she knew was that she was going to die alone, on the floor with no one there. Nobody to hold her hand, and nobody to care for her. She had a very unpleasant expression on her face, a mix of confusion, sadness, and fear, yet she was not angry, nor happy. Just pure despair and uncertainty. Not knowing what to think of you now. Except…she 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 that she was going to die. She knew that there was no saving her and that it was over. And finally…she looked at you, and with her last breath. She said “ho did you just twist the knife?”
2025-07-10 16:52:15
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Princess :
SO GOOD
2025-06-10 22:56:59
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Pretty girl :
How do you do that
2025-06-11 05:24:59
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fifi_.xxxxx :
How do you get it in a square bc mine is js in a straight line
2025-06-16 19:32:00
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Amiya Unique :
💗 how can how we go back to being friends when we just said a dad
2025-07-05 07:03:25
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Yourfavjanetzy :
HEYYYY
2025-06-10 22:56:10
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R. :
how can we go back yo being friends ??!!!!!!
2025-07-13 08:24:22
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𝐅𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐬 :
Sombr own the word «how »
2025-06-26 19:11:23
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Noozy :
sometimes it's better to be friends so you can keep them forever than be lovers
2025-07-15 12:44:26
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Andresavility💜 :
app?
2025-07-18 01:19:50
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𝐾𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑎💕🫶 :
I’m to early
2025-06-10 23:25:45
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💥"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋"💥 :
My died friend...
2025-07-03 19:27:23
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2kdvenom :
its speed guys
2025-06-20 14:54:29
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Divya Westmoreland :
OMG BACK TO FRIENDS😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂I LOVE IT SO MUCH😁
2025-07-23 22:42:18
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JERE ᯤ 𓈆 1% :
¿quién para la racha?
2025-07-11 04:45:27
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fv_q!p :
is this a song or reality? 🥀
2025-07-07 11:28:11
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Irene :
I get chills every time THAT ONE PART comes😀🔫
2025-06-26 10:48:01
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•*☆ (Billy).°. *☆ :
how can we go back to be strangers??????????!!!!!!!!!!
2025-07-02 18:05:53
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D :
I need a fresh starting from any country🥺
2025-07-09 10:15:45
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Izsai :
pa
2025-07-06 05:40:44
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