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thelambswife
thelambswife (Lala) :
This is beautiful. Why do some people make it so hard??
2024-11-22 00:03:23
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amb3rs.secret.acc
💋 :
my biggest goal in life is to have a relationship surrounded by God
2024-11-22 03:47:22
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rhy_morgan
no caller id :
all i want😫
2024-11-21 19:43:14
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miaagramon
𝓂𝒾𝒶 :
i hope i get this one day. i truly deserve it😕
2024-11-22 02:50:17
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itzjoyner22
aaliyah :
my heart body and soul yearns for this.
2024-11-23 13:32:53
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nxtl55
903L’Mar :
1 day I will understand real love if even real
2024-11-22 20:22:17
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jaylynnikita
Jaylyn Nikita . :
This is so healing and nurturing for a healthy relationship 🥹🫀
2024-11-24 04:32:27
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its.kaybeeeee
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮❦ :
want this is beautiful
2024-11-24 00:23:52
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the_mortis160
The_Mortis160 (Chris ......) :
I won't this with the one that I have fallen in love with without even looking for love ❤️but the problem is that she never gave me a chance to show her and instead choose a different guy 😭😭😭💔💔💔
2024-12-25 12:36:47
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elena_lachney
Elena . :
Wish.
2024-11-22 02:54:05
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unknown.n.999
Unknown.n.999 :
literally all I need but he won't lock in😔
2024-11-22 16:24:58
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brrriiaannaaa
BIGBRII🇵🇸. :
One day god will bless me 😌
2024-11-22 05:09:54
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user2971656273
user2971656273 :
lord please give me a relationship like this 🙏🙏🙏
2024-11-23 18:36:42
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luvsmickeyy
ℳ✞ :
need this
2024-11-23 03:43:46
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kitty_frog3
🌸♡Kitty♡🌸 :
I dont get how it's so hard for some people to just love another like this🥺
2024-11-23 02:31:58
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bg13p0
Bogdan :
That is so lucky ,I wish my ex never made me doubt myself every single night and sleep with a heavy feeling
2024-11-23 10:58:28
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user5880792106357
نجمه المدينة :
يالله شعوووور يجنن لايوصف
2024-12-15 21:55:33
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ty_lehmann62
Tyler 🎸 :
all i want
2024-11-23 18:10:24
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_reaganscully_
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 :
me and my bf always do 3 kisses that counts as one kiss to us 💓
2024-11-23 19:28:28
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akio4781
Chun🇵🇭 :
video:👥 watcher:👤
2024-11-24 08:13:42
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swaggyylilah
swaggyylilah :
i wish i could do this when im upset but it’s so hard :(
2024-11-22 21:17:50
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onlyy_maddi
maddie :
Manifesting this !
2024-11-24 00:43:30
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iiwiigabe
iiwiiGabe :
i wish.
2024-11-23 02:18:04
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kinleighperdue
kinleighperdue :
Manifesting
2024-11-22 02:58:49
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taylor._444
...✞ :
Where this be at?
2024-11-24 03:34:34
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