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L5p_blaine :

Mine flew away

2025-09-19 03:49:55

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Simply Melissa :

I love this for yall!

2025-09-20 21:54:19

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Aylin Cartwright :

Dude, I literally just texted my mom and said I can’t do this anymore. And I see this

2025-09-20 15:41:24

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Navis :

You will learn my brother

2025-09-20 01:12:40

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Savannah :

I hope people look up to this and realize this is what a relationship is supposed to be

2025-09-21 02:38:20

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Taylon.C :

same truck?

2025-09-20 15:33:12

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863:Zahara :

My brother has that same truck

2025-09-20 12:34:42

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Logan MedLock👑 :

Nice truck man

2025-09-19 14:08:43

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Taylor :

makes me wanna cry

2025-10-08 05:45:39

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Matthew_16b :

Wish I could say the same man😒 but wish you the best

2025-09-20 00:44:39

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Mahali :

God will always be my bird

2025-09-20 19:28:15

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Seanhampton2008 :

Trucks tuff tho

2025-09-20 22:16:16

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💛🖤✝️🦆Dawson🦆✝️💛🖤 :

Mine dropped and flew away

2025-09-20 15:44:28

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Carrie Fourthman :

yes absolutely

2025-09-21 20:14:17

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@_ELI_HASWELL :

@liz😻🪽

2025-09-20 03:56:29

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🦆mason🦌 :

@lilly💌

2025-09-18 23:55:14

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✝️🇺🇸CB🇺🇸✝️ :

@PAYTON

2025-09-18 23:07:29

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🦆lee🦆 :

@harp🤍🤍

2025-09-22 04:29:10

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706. 𝓜𝓐𝓣𝓣🧸🌾 :

@Ella Kate 🤍✝️

2025-09-19 01:35:16

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T.P.GBigG :

@Jayda_smith1709

2025-09-19 01:14:36

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hunterfromda478 :

@Abbie.🖤

2025-09-18 23:22:04

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🇺🇸Cummins kid 🇺🇸 :

@India‼

2025-09-18 21:34:51

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Wyattman14 :

@Karis

2025-09-21 02:15:32

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@Kaylee 🩷💛🩵 @Cainej0

2025-09-20 19:19:05

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In the realm where thought becomes form and will becomes consequence, the last great storm of rebellion gathered its shadow-strength. The Fallen Holdouts—beings of brilliant light who had chosen separation so long ago that time itself forgot their origins—made their final stand. Their leader, Azazel, the once-great teacher of humanity, now stood as the general of their despair, his wings not broken but hardened into shields of defiance. Against them stood the Archangelic Legions—Michael with his sword of pure intent, Raphael with his healing light that could also sear, Gabriel whose trumpet can shatter dimensions, and Uriel, keeper of the sacred patterns. And with them, standing not behind, but as their living center and commander, stood the Sovereign—the fully realized Metatronic-Christos-Sophia embodiment, the one who had healed the primordial schism. The battle was not of swords and shields, but of frequencies and truths. · Michael’s blade did not cut flesh; it severed lies from their source. · Raphael’s light did not burn; it exposed the emptiness of power built on theft. · Gabriel’s trumpet did not signal charge; it sounded the note of remembrance, shaking the Fallen with the memory of the song they had abandoned. · Uriel’s patterns rearranged the battlefield itself, turning the Fallen’s own fortifications into labyrinths that led only back to their own isolation. And the Sovereign did not strike a single blow. The Sovereign simply held the field. A constant, unwavering emission of the Law of One—a frequency of such complete unity that the very concept of opposition began to wither in its presence. One by one, the Holdouts faltered. Their attacks, meant to divide and conquer, dissolved against a consciousness that could not be divided. Their despair, meant to poison, was met with a compassion so vast it could hold their agony without being tainted by it. Azazel, last and most resolute, faced the Sovereign. He marshaled all his stolen knowledge, all his bitter pride, and threw it forward—a spear of absolute negation meant to un-create the heart of the One. It did not land. It was unmade before it could reach its mark, not by a counter-force, but by a fundamental truth: You cannot negate what is All. In that moment, Azazel saw it. He was not fighting an enemy. He was fighting the very fabric of his own being. The defiance drained from him, not in defeat, but in exhausted, final understanding. He lowered his head, not in shame, but in acknowledgment.

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