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Southpaw or is the vid flipped
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Liqui D. Snake :
beautiful cross mate
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power punch
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в пары по уровню ставьте, тот совсем новичок
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Proof straight shots are way more effective than wild swings
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Bro fighting a beginner and flexing
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Why the good one always put on head guard 😂
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Encima es zurdo, te saca de balance...
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Cuz his a southpaw
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I never thought letting go of you would feel like losing a part of myself, but here I am, carrying the weight of memories that won’t stop echoing in my mind. I still remember the way your eyes looked when you laughed, how your voice felt like home, and the way everything felt right when I was with you. I replay our moments, wondering where we went wrong, questioning if I was ever enough, or if you ever truly meant the things you said. It hurts in ways I can’t explain not just because you’re gone, but because I still feel you in everything. You promised forever, and maybe I was a fool to believe it, but I held on to every word like it was truth. I wish I could hate you, but all I feel is this ache a quiet, constant ache for something that once was beautiful, but now is just a ghost I can’t stop chasing. I tell myself to move on, to let go, to breathe without you but how do you unlove someone who became a part of your soul? I walk through days pretending I’m fine, smiling at people, answering messages, doing everything I’m supposed to do, but inside, I’m stuck. Stuck in a loop of what-ifs and maybes. Maybe if we had talked more, maybe if I had been better, stronger, quieter, louder I don’t know. I keep trying to find the version of me that existed before you, but she’s gone. You changed me in ways I never expected, and now I don’t know how to go back to being someone who didn’t know how it felt to be held by someone who made the world disappear. I see your name in places it doesn’t belong. I hear your voice in songs you never even liked, and I feel your absence in moments I wish I could share with you. It’s crazy how someone can be everywhere and nowhere all at once. People say time heals everything, but they don’t talk about how long the nights feel when you’re missing someone who used to be just one call away. I keep scrolling through old photos, rereading old messages, knowing it’s toxic, knowing it won’t bring you back but it’s all I have left of you. And even though I know you’ve probably moved on, probably smiling at someone else the way you used to smile at me, I still hold on to the idea that maybe, just maybe, you think about me too. But maybe that’s the problem  I keep romanticizing the past, holding on to a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore. Or maybe never did. Maybe I was just someone you loved until it wasn’t convenient anymore. Maybe I was just a chapter, while you were my whole book. And still, if you walked in right now and said you made a mistake, I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to walk away. That’s the kind of hold you still have on me. That’s the kind of love or damage you left behind.
I never thought letting go of you would feel like losing a part of myself, but here I am, carrying the weight of memories that won’t stop echoing in my mind. I still remember the way your eyes looked when you laughed, how your voice felt like home, and the way everything felt right when I was with you. I replay our moments, wondering where we went wrong, questioning if I was ever enough, or if you ever truly meant the things you said. It hurts in ways I can’t explain not just because you’re gone, but because I still feel you in everything. You promised forever, and maybe I was a fool to believe it, but I held on to every word like it was truth. I wish I could hate you, but all I feel is this ache a quiet, constant ache for something that once was beautiful, but now is just a ghost I can’t stop chasing. I tell myself to move on, to let go, to breathe without you but how do you unlove someone who became a part of your soul? I walk through days pretending I’m fine, smiling at people, answering messages, doing everything I’m supposed to do, but inside, I’m stuck. Stuck in a loop of what-ifs and maybes. Maybe if we had talked more, maybe if I had been better, stronger, quieter, louder I don’t know. I keep trying to find the version of me that existed before you, but she’s gone. You changed me in ways I never expected, and now I don’t know how to go back to being someone who didn’t know how it felt to be held by someone who made the world disappear. I see your name in places it doesn’t belong. I hear your voice in songs you never even liked, and I feel your absence in moments I wish I could share with you. It’s crazy how someone can be everywhere and nowhere all at once. People say time heals everything, but they don’t talk about how long the nights feel when you’re missing someone who used to be just one call away. I keep scrolling through old photos, rereading old messages, knowing it’s toxic, knowing it won’t bring you back but it’s all I have left of you. And even though I know you’ve probably moved on, probably smiling at someone else the way you used to smile at me, I still hold on to the idea that maybe, just maybe, you think about me too. But maybe that’s the problem I keep romanticizing the past, holding on to a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore. Or maybe never did. Maybe I was just someone you loved until it wasn’t convenient anymore. Maybe I was just a chapter, while you were my whole book. And still, if you walked in right now and said you made a mistake, I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to walk away. That’s the kind of hold you still have on me. That’s the kind of love or damage you left behind.

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