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@11.11hats: 11.11Hats custom Hamdmade with another custom hat #custom #customhat #hatvideo #handmade

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ms.noiica
⭐️✨NOe✨⭐️🧿🐾🫀🌎🌷⭐️ :
🥰🔥🔥
2024-02-19 15:39:28
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thesassyqueenbee
Queen Bee :
I love your hats.💕💕
2024-02-19 17:26:52
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jackiethompson1963
jackie o. :
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
2024-02-19 19:56:15
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mshel178
Michelle Merz-Deniz :
Very cool 🔥❤️🥰
2024-02-19 20:51:09
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grangran345
Rebecca Beshears :
Nice
2024-02-21 04:18:59
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kristinataylor430
kristinataylor430 :
oh, I really like that one alot.❤ however, I do love your work. ❤
2024-02-24 07:21:45
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unhingedfriend
UnhingedFriend :
Did you sow the sweatband in?
2024-05-30 18:02:08
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davidcrampton587
David Crampton587 :
🥰
2024-11-24 14:30:54
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Drip, drop, another tear, another memory disappears. Sometimes people fight with hope still inside, still wanting to fix what doesn’t feel right. They beg, they plead, just wanting to be heard, because something still matters beneath every word. But every tear that falls from my eyes, takes something with it, one memory at a time. I am a woman of my word. Said it once, and I know they heard. They knew my line, they knew it well. Still chose to cross it, that choice was theirs. So this is goodbye, not hoping they’ll care, not said as a warning to keep them scared. No ultimatum, no choosing of sides. No asking for change, or changing their mind. They can’t have everything their way. Some differences stay, and that is okay. But never at the cost of how I feel. There comes a point where giving in ends. Compromise stops where disrespect begins. I’m not full of hatred, and not even mad. But they can’t expect to still have what they had. I respect what they chose, no need to admit. Just don’t expect me to keep taking it. What they do, where they’ve been, what happens to them, won’t concern me again. Maybe I’ll see them, a “hi” in a crowd. Nothing against them, just nothing between us now. No waiting around, or expecting their name. They chose what they chose, and it won’t be the same. I never confronted, or asked them to choose. They knew from the start what they stood to lose. I said if I saw it, I’d make up my mind. Then there it was, so I left it behind. No argument needed, no question, no plea. I quietly slipped away, that was enough for me. Not out of anger, or vengeance or spite. Some goodbyes are quiet when the answer feels right. Drip, drop, let every tear fall. One for each memory, until there’s none at all. Some tears don’t mean, “Please make this right.” Sometimes they’re simply the final goodnight. So let them fall, I’ll let them be. Each drop takes a memory from me. Until what once mattered doesn’t anymore. And they’re just a presence I once cared for. Drip. Drop. A little water. Then, forget. #poemtok #poems #betrayal #loyalty #imdone

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