@videstrist.1: 12: 8 good night 🫩#vides #song #triste #musica #songlyrics

November 18 :

I thought I was special 🥺💔

VIVIAN :

When it hurts so much but there is no one to cry to

Joy😙💕 :

30/9/25 my dad left me😔💔🥀

Michael Moses :

Two years have passed, yet your shadow still walks beside me in quiet moments. I’ve learned to breathe without you, but not to forget. The world keeps spinning, people keep changing, but the echo of what we had lingers, haunting and tender. I do not curse your leaving, nor do I cling to anger—I only carry a soft ache, a reminder that love once lived here. I hope you’ve found what you were searching for, and I hope that, in the corners of your memory, I remain not as bitterness, but as a quiet, unspoken truth that once, we were."

. :

It hurts so bad 😫💔

💫H.I.G.G.I.N.S✨ :

seems like Selena Gomez what the hearts wants intro😌

¶IFŤÊÐ🧃🏝️ :

When they'd hurt you and try to make things better but no matter how beautiful you decorate a grave, the dead will never wake up again 💔

Emmy ✓🕊️ :

you sleep outside?

kylierhixie🦋 :

He hurt me so deep that pain is so real 💔🥺

Çüddly bëâr 🥺🧸💕 :

12:21🕊️😔💔

Nobily 5 :

In life, we all start The Long Walk. We are born onto a road where the finish line is unknown, and the only real rule is: keep moving. Society applauds our endless effort, urging us to walk faster, sacrifice more, and never stop. But as the walk goes on, the pressure to maintain the pace becomes all-consuming. We become so focused on the next step—on survival, not living—that the journey loses its meaning. This forced, endless movement is where our mental health begins to fray. Slowly, we lose the people we love. Some fall behind, unable to keep up the pace. Others we push away because the effort of the walk demands too much. We sacrifice our connections, our joy, and our emotional well-being for a vague promise of a "win" we may never reach. The tragedy of the Walk is realizing that the real prize was never at the finish line; it was the human connection—the conversations, the support, and the brief moments of shared life we had with others on the road. If we don't hold onto those bonds, our journey becomes a desolate, solitary march where we simply wait for the end, broken and empty, having sacrificed everything for nothing. The lesson: Don't just walk to survive; find a reason to live with those beside you.

Michelle 🥀 :

“ they did something to me”

RIMON SHER 😔 :

olivia 🤷🏾 :

yesterday 💔😭

IVANA 🍭💦🥹 :

Am not always lucky in Relationship 💔😭

user00288905289 :

And then I realized that it not a bad day it a bad life

Frozen 🖤🌚🥶 :

This is why I always text coz if u call I will sound like this and still say am sorry 😭😭😭

Benita🌸 :

Love is pain 😔

têddy Ãñgêlã❤️🏵️⛄ :

2021/2023 to away my joy😞 my parents 💔

chidalu.10k :

oh my god💔🤦🏻‍♂ I don't think she needs me anymore

rati :

I fill this the pain😢

vibewithmamacita😝🥹 :

it hurts 💔🤦🏾‍♀️

puntitoparamaspuntito... :

JAJAJAJAJAJA...

Ff🤍🤍 :

12:04 😔😔😭😭💔💔💔

nixon :

Love is pain 😔