@kylenotfound44: #fyp #idkwhatimdoing

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akhanewlw
khaney :
some things are better left unsaid
2025-09-03 07:32:55
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enayenzi
†sinner† :
Avoiding communication is not protecting your peace, it's avoiding accountability. Unless u're dealing with an avoidant or someone who don't wanna communicate, then leaving things unsaid is really the only option.
2025-09-03 13:21:16
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ch3rryblosm
ㅤ :
no closure is the closure
2025-09-03 11:55:38
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laobrri
Veilaht :
Some things are better to be kept to yourselves
2025-09-03 22:25:37
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arepotatoestomatoes
mijah :
Silence is the best closure a person can ask for tbh 🥀
2025-09-03 13:06:10
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vhravlnt
aloevhera :
i’m the complete opposite 💔
2025-09-05 01:25:50
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fnrdyna
dayana :
oh this is sooo not me
2025-09-05 07:01:32
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krazyyymikeyyy
Jel. :
I remember her, she ghosted me for 3 years. I LOVED HER SO MUCHHHHH :(
2025-09-03 10:59:14
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fashi0nkilla444
lily :
until i feel guilty for not giving closure to those who deserved it
2025-09-26 20:34:42
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userventacc12345
jnt express :
js let it be, time will tell
2025-09-03 10:30:50
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rainexdd
real jet black wings :
hahahah ewann
2025-09-04 14:19:49
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bennitaylorsversion
benni⋆˙⟡ | holly flax #1 fan :
one day i'll just scream it to him and i wont regret it
2025-09-17 13:05:52
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strawberri_sticko
alodie :
i wish i could do this, but i always need clarity for the sake of my peace.
2025-09-16 16:04:38
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luwipatootie
Qiwii🧸 :
2025-09-04 05:42:39
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thamvillarin
格温 :
Left something untold, and deeply regretted it. At least we’re good.
2025-09-22 15:54:21
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th3r3g0esmyh34rt
00 :
but isnt that a good thing
2025-09-05 02:33:01
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anam_subba
Anam Subba :
Grieving in silence until it’s time to leave.
2025-09-06 16:54:56
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cptdpj
i :
Their peace, not mine.
2025-09-21 09:01:02
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cuck8oo
polly :
lol lol lol lol
2025-09-24 14:20:50
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mjlikescars
mikayla 🏎️ :
the less i know the better
2025-09-25 00:00:37
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machiatto_hie
LEECH :
I can't understand myself is that normal :<
2025-09-10 12:01:02
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itsssmeefaithh
FAITH🪬 :
But when I finally said something it ended up in chaos.
2025-09-03 08:40:30
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shenhewif3
i got shenhe :
i dont leave things unsaid, ive said it once but i wont gonna do it twice :)
2025-09-05 02:29:11
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nonbah
hi :
yeah but it’s good
2025-09-15 01:00:33
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fietzaa
user13355456 :
someone sit beside me, and I'll tell every details.
2025-09-03 10:14:21
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