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Machete❗ :

DIOOOS YO TAMBIEN SOY TU HIJOOOOOO

2025-11-10 03:55:41

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... :

al que madruga lo humillan desde temprano [sticker]

2025-11-10 20:26:29

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NyxHeroGG :

epaaa, como le hiciste?:0

2025-11-11 06:16:06

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angel_gelatino.11 :

a que diablo le resas?

2025-11-10 18:57:17

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Xime 🤍 :

Amigo que-

2025-11-10 19:39:00

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Russel :

SEÑORES ALGUN CONSEJO :), AHORA QUIEREN LAS DOS O COMO ES QUE LAS MUJERES DICEN #manifiesto #manifiesto #ojalamepase AYUDAAAA....!!!!!

2025-11-09 23:15:02

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Mateo :

es mi culpa, debería estar en la escuela ahora mismo

2025-11-10 17:14:56

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Maxi_Gonz🔱 :

dios yo también soy unos de tus hijos

2025-11-10 15:24:20

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Omar_aldn :

se me iso tarde pero ya llegué

2025-11-10 16:23:55

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️ :

que miedo....

2025-11-11 02:54:24

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J&O✨ :

que pase tips, esa suerte ni el diablo la tiene

2025-11-11 01:22:29

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EndervisTalaigua7 :

Compa usted que reza exactamente

2025-11-11 03:29:12

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yoe :

premio o castigo?

2025-11-10 14:48:12

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꧁ Flaquito VNZ꧂🌹 :

MAESTRO DÍGAME SU SECRETO 🙏🙏

2025-11-10 06:53:07

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ᴇʟ → 𝐏 𝐎 𝐄 𝐓 𝐀 ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴏღ :

Los dioses del Olimpo me han abandonado

2025-11-10 16:16:31

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arondo_saavedra :

Dios me ha abandonado! 🥺

2025-11-10 18:54:32

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Luna de sangre :

amigo,diganme que no soy la única chica que se metió a chismear a los comentarios que pusieron los hombres😔

2025-11-10 19:03:18

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Jared~L :

Dios padre mio y yio?

2025-11-11 01:41:01

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™Jefe_Maestro :

Dios yo también soy tu hijo!!!😢

2025-11-11 02:49:40

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imalejo._ :

Papito, no encuentro el tutorial

2025-11-10 19:20:21

1

Gael :

mire el lado bueno tiene 2 novias el unico problema es que una viene con bendi

2025-11-11 04:59:29

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Michael kaiser :

que miedo ojalá me pase😱😱

2025-11-10 21:39:35

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⊰🅂.🄽⊱ :

MANIFIESTO!! 🙏🍀

2025-11-11 01:25:08

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SAMUEL_TREJOS :

pasa el truco

2025-11-11 03:14:50

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NēønGD :

Ojalá Fuera Verdad :'(

2025-11-10 11:21:30

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POV: Sometimes, silence is the only thing left after the heaviest losses. You learned that early — first through your mother’s silence, then your father’s absence. You were too young to understand death, but you could feel the cold it left behind. From that day on, it was your brother who raised you. He was the last light in your world — the smile waiting for you after school, the simple dinners you shared, the quiet movie nights where no one spoke but everything was understood. It was ordinary. Peaceful. And you thought it would last forever. But life always finds a way to take something from you. One morning, in a sterile hospital room, a doctor’s words shattered your world again. A terminal illness. And within a few months, you were alone once more. That was when Sunghoon entered your life — your brother’s closest friend. He was quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person whose eyes always seemed to be searching for something distant. Even at the funeral, he could barely meet your gaze — as if words would only make things worse. Later, you found out why. Your brother had left you in his care. “If anything ever happens to me, she’s yours to protect, Sunghoon.” At first, you were strangers sharing the same space. He was kind but careful, like getting too close might hurt you. But slowly, the distance began to fade. You started cooking together, he helped you with your studies, you watched movies on weekends. Laughter returned to the house. You learned how to smile again. But you also learned something else — your heart had changed. Every time you saw him, something warm and undefinable stirred inside you. And that morning, for the first time, that warmth hurt. The pale gold light of dawn spilled through the curtains when you opened your eyes. You heard faint footsteps in the living room — probably Sunghoon’s. The clink of plates, the soft hiss of the coffee machine — everything sounded normal. But inside, something felt… off. As you brushed your hair by the mirror, the air seemed heavier. Every sound reminded you of him — the stirring spoon, the low hum of the TV. You had gotten so used to his presence that even the house seemed to breathe with him. And yet, that morning, the air smelled unfamiliar — like something new had entered, something that didn’t belong. You took one last look in the mirror and started down the stairs. A laugh stopped you — a woman’s laugh. You froze. Your heartbeat stuttered, and your fingers went cold. Step by step, you went down. The voices grew clearer. “Sunghoon, you haven’t changed at all,” the woman said. His reply was quiet, relaxed, too comfortable. “You’re still as talkative as ever.” Your breath caught in your throat. At the bottom of the stairs, you looked into the living room — and time stopped. Sunghoon was sitting on the couch. Next to him, a woman. Her hand rested on his shoulder, her smile soft and familiar, as if she’d known him forever. Sunlight poured through the window, painting them in gold. And in that moment, you didn’t know where you fit anymore. You just stood there. Silent. When he finally turned and saw you, there was something unreadable in his eyes — part surprise, part guilt. The woman followed his gaze. “Oh,” she said with a forced smile. “This is that girl you have to look at” The room went quiet. You didn’t answer. You just looked at her — then at him. And he… said nothing. Only lowered his head, as if explanations no longer mattered. You don’t know why this word, but it hurt you. Was Sunghoon looking at you because he had to look at you? Of course it was. He was putting up with you for your brother. Your eyes were burning. Something inside you broke — quietly but completely. And that silence was louder than any scream. You turned, grabbed your bag, and walked toward the door. He called your name, maybe — but you didn’t hear it. Cold air hit your face the second you stepped outside. Even breathing hurt. (Comsec++) #enhypenpov #fypviral #fyp #sunghoon #enhypen

POV: Sometimes, silence is the only thing left after the heaviest losses. You learned that early — first through your mother’s silence, then your father’s absence. You were too young to understand death, but you could feel the cold it left behind. From that day on, it was your brother who raised you. He was the last light in your world — the smile waiting for you after school, the simple dinners you shared, the quiet movie nights where no one spoke but everything was understood. It was ordinary. Peaceful. And you thought it would last forever. But life always finds a way to take something from you. One morning, in a sterile hospital room, a doctor’s words shattered your world again. A terminal illness. And within a few months, you were alone once more. That was when Sunghoon entered your life — your brother’s closest friend. He was quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person whose eyes always seemed to be searching for something distant. Even at the funeral, he could barely meet your gaze — as if words would only make things worse. Later, you found out why. Your brother had left you in his care. “If anything ever happens to me, she’s yours to protect, Sunghoon.” At first, you were strangers sharing the same space. He was kind but careful, like getting too close might hurt you. But slowly, the distance began to fade. You started cooking together, he helped you with your studies, you watched movies on weekends. Laughter returned to the house. You learned how to smile again. But you also learned something else — your heart had changed. Every time you saw him, something warm and undefinable stirred inside you. And that morning, for the first time, that warmth hurt. The pale gold light of dawn spilled through the curtains when you opened your eyes. You heard faint footsteps in the living room — probably Sunghoon’s. The clink of plates, the soft hiss of the coffee machine — everything sounded normal. But inside, something felt… off. As you brushed your hair by the mirror, the air seemed heavier. Every sound reminded you of him — the stirring spoon, the low hum of the TV. You had gotten so used to his presence that even the house seemed to breathe with him. And yet, that morning, the air smelled unfamiliar — like something new had entered, something that didn’t belong. You took one last look in the mirror and started down the stairs. A laugh stopped you — a woman’s laugh. You froze. Your heartbeat stuttered, and your fingers went cold. Step by step, you went down. The voices grew clearer. “Sunghoon, you haven’t changed at all,” the woman said. His reply was quiet, relaxed, too comfortable. “You’re still as talkative as ever.” Your breath caught in your throat. At the bottom of the stairs, you looked into the living room — and time stopped. Sunghoon was sitting on the couch. Next to him, a woman. Her hand rested on his shoulder, her smile soft and familiar, as if she’d known him forever. Sunlight poured through the window, painting them in gold. And in that moment, you didn’t know where you fit anymore. You just stood there. Silent. When he finally turned and saw you, there was something unreadable in his eyes — part surprise, part guilt. The woman followed his gaze. “Oh,” she said with a forced smile. “This is that girl you have to look at” The room went quiet. You didn’t answer. You just looked at her — then at him. And he… said nothing. Only lowered his head, as if explanations no longer mattered. You don’t know why this word, but it hurt you. Was Sunghoon looking at you because he had to look at you? Of course it was. He was putting up with you for your brother. Your eyes were burning. Something inside you broke — quietly but completely. And that silence was louder than any scream. You turned, grabbed your bag, and walked toward the door. He called your name, maybe — but you didn’t hear it. Cold air hit your face the second you stepped outside. Even breathing hurt. (Comsec++) #enhypenpov #fypviral #fyp #sunghoon #enhypen

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Ta say không phải vì men, Mà vì em, yêu quá nên quên... #music #lyrics #remix #fyp #fly

Ta say không phải vì men, Mà vì em, yêu quá nên quên... #music #lyrics #remix #fyp #fly

Baru buka identitas langsung tantang semua orang🗿☕ . #donghua #perfectworld #huang #shihao

Baru buka identitas langsung tantang semua orang🗿☕ . #donghua #perfectworld #huang #shihao

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kamu lebih kuat dari kesulitanmu,lebih berani dari katakutanmu,semoga pemulihanmu di penuhi dengan harapan,cinta,dan ketahanan. semoga setiap langkah mengarah pada pemulihan😇 saya harap kamu cepat sembuh dan kembali berkumpul dgn keluargamu🤲🏻❤️

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