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kamichgs
Michelle Garduño :
Pero al principio se van 4 y siempre se ven 4
2025-09-26 01:51:12
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liam_str_
𝕷𝖎𝖆𝖒_𝕾𝖙𝖗 :
lo peor es que en otro video con mejor calidad se logra apreciar que esa chica tenía heridas en todo la cara y brazos por lo que la gente creyó que
2023-03-27 15:53:34
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katherina_mrl
Katherina :
Diooos está aquí 🎶 tan cierto como el aire que respiro 🙏🏽🎶✨
2023-02-18 00:29:16
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nidia045
boo@nc :
El que grabó fue un chavo y solo eran dos chicas la tercera era un fantasma 😳 sucedió aquí en San Luis Potosí
2023-02-18 00:33:38
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urielblll2
Uriel :
Nombre si les contará mis experiencias
2023-02-18 01:13:09
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karimpimetel
karim FF :
alguien del 2024
2024-04-04 19:55:54
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iselacoto
Isela Coto :
Hola!!🫶🏻🌷
2023-02-18 00:22:54
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la cuarta chica es real esa es la abuela del que hace el video
2025-09-28 21:36:26
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si existía pero creo que se cayo porque tiene un cuerpo la cabeza
2025-09-29 03:26:04
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marta.alonso94
Marta Alonso :
éstas chicas yo no las veo parecidas 🕊🕊🕊
2025-10-03 01:30:04
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auraaa.l
A.🍋 :
Demasiado aterrador:0
2023-02-18 00:33:55
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Scott mar 001 :
Jajaja
2024-04-02 14:27:21
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🍀Perdón por perrear hasta el piso 🍀
2023-02-18 15:02:46
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andresmartinez690
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Es raro que este video me salga en el feed ya casi finalizando 2025
2025-09-30 13:48:51
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vicky_mistica89
Vicky89 :
lo mas aterrador que gente viva invoque a los muertos para hacer dsño
2023-02-18 06:12:38
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Brasil
2025-10-30 17:59:20
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Planta😃👍
2023-02-18 00:25:49
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luis_verjel
Luis :
saludas?
2023-02-18 00:24:46
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holaaa brooo
2023-02-18 00:24:30
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si
2023-02-18 00:25:39
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vitoko_san20
Vítoko G. :
Buen contenido. Me etiquetas en la siguiente por favor.
2023-02-18 00:27:42
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melissa :
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2023-02-18 00:36:45
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user6016600080095 :
si están felices por jugar
2025-09-29 17:55:23
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norma.espinoza92
Norma Espinoza :
donde esta
2025-09-29 04:45:13
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HERALD'S🫨 :
4 hola bro
2023-02-18 00:24:02
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Everything has become repetitive. The days repeat themselves, the conversations repeat themselves, the same thoughts circle endlessly in my mind, and even pain no longer feels new. There was a time when suffering arrived like a storm, violent enough to shake the foundations of my world. Now it comes and goes like an old visitor whose footsteps I can recognize long before they reach the door. The tragedy is not that life hurts; it is that the hurt has become familiar. I have watched disappointment wear different faces while carrying the same meaning. I have seen hope rise and collapse so many times that even optimism feels like a script I already know by heart. Nothing surprises me anymore—not failure, not loneliness, not the quiet realization that tomorrow will probably resemble yesterday. The weight of suffering has not disappeared; it has simply settled into the background, becoming another ordinary part of existence. Perhaps the cruelest thing about repetition is that it slowly drains meaning from everything it touches. Even grief loses its sharp edges. Even sadness becomes predictable. You stop asking why things happen and begin expecting them to happen. The soul does not break in a single moment; it erodes gradually, worn down by the endless return of the same struggles, the same emptiness, the same unanswered questions. And so I continue forward, not because I believe something extraordinary awaits me, but because movement is all that remains when standing still becomes unbearable. Somewhere between hope and resignation, between longing and indifference, I find myself existing rather than living—watching the same story unfold again and again, wondering whether the repetition itself is the true burden, or whether the burden is realizing that I can no longer remember what novelty felt like in the first place. #yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy #ترافيس #نوستالجيا #هواجيس #العدم
Everything has become repetitive. The days repeat themselves, the conversations repeat themselves, the same thoughts circle endlessly in my mind, and even pain no longer feels new. There was a time when suffering arrived like a storm, violent enough to shake the foundations of my world. Now it comes and goes like an old visitor whose footsteps I can recognize long before they reach the door. The tragedy is not that life hurts; it is that the hurt has become familiar. I have watched disappointment wear different faces while carrying the same meaning. I have seen hope rise and collapse so many times that even optimism feels like a script I already know by heart. Nothing surprises me anymore—not failure, not loneliness, not the quiet realization that tomorrow will probably resemble yesterday. The weight of suffering has not disappeared; it has simply settled into the background, becoming another ordinary part of existence. Perhaps the cruelest thing about repetition is that it slowly drains meaning from everything it touches. Even grief loses its sharp edges. Even sadness becomes predictable. You stop asking why things happen and begin expecting them to happen. The soul does not break in a single moment; it erodes gradually, worn down by the endless return of the same struggles, the same emptiness, the same unanswered questions. And so I continue forward, not because I believe something extraordinary awaits me, but because movement is all that remains when standing still becomes unbearable. Somewhere between hope and resignation, between longing and indifference, I find myself existing rather than living—watching the same story unfold again and again, wondering whether the repetition itself is the true burden, or whether the burden is realizing that I can no longer remember what novelty felt like in the first place. #yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy #ترافيس #نوستالجيا #هواجيس #العدم

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