@907veloxite: and y'all gonna say that this ain't heat 🔥😔#boolymon #mashup #satire #ugrap #fyp @boolymon

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lynnmason3
lynnmason3 :
drop dis on soundcloud
2026-08-07 23:46:41
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mok3bblud
YA Mok3b :
you ruined boolymon now you gotta pay 😈😈😈😈
2026-08-09 08:23:38
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derpy.777
derpy777 :
You need to face the convenience of your actions
2026-08-05 02:12:18
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fawnhatesyou
fawn⍰ :
yk when ur tasting a food youre like smacking ur lips and shi unsure if u like it thats how i feel abt this song
2026-08-05 19:05:36
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gt7scenic
gt7scënïc :
this is 100000000000 times better than the og misery
2026-08-05 17:06:19
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1uan28
1uan :
Wait now it’s actually
2026-08-05 13:06:17
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nolesa123
Nile :
twinchacho add a goth mommy corner ✌😅(ts le el peak)
2026-08-05 18:26:47
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carveface
kpt carveface :
we have to die😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
2026-08-05 13:54:45
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fortnitefeetlicke0
fortnitefeetlicker :
wow this is tuff boolymon is elite ball knowledge
2026-08-06 18:20:05
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imtransandpregnant
s’ :
Im trans and pregnant
2026-08-06 03:51:01
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diordogtag_
diordogtag_ :
life after highschool
2026-08-05 22:06:06
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archiep64
archiep64 :
No this is actually very good
2026-08-06 13:56:15
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kikkedthekup
33 :
Wait she lowk sliding😭😭😭😭😭
2026-08-06 18:17:11
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kowareta.only_
XD :
delete this before it’s too late bro 😭
2026-08-04 22:59:22
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prettychadthug
prettychadthug :
Ball knowledge
2026-08-05 17:53:40
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somalinetanhanyu
maky :
its kinda hard tho👀
2026-08-05 17:29:58
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Both of them were running out of strength, and the room felt quieter with every passing minute. A hospital bed stood near the window, and a small dog lay wrapped in a blanket beside it. Margaret, 90, had spent most of her adult life with the same terrier at her feet. The dog had arrived years earlier as a small puppy and never learned how to be anywhere else. Wherever she sat, he followed. Wherever she rested, he waited. A sudden decline in her health brought her to the hospital earlier that week. Doctors focused on stabilizing her condition, while the dog was taken to a neighbor's home nearby. Without her, the terrier stopped eating. He stayed near the door, barely moving, listening for sounds that never came. Each hour apart seemed to drain more of his energy. Inside the hospital, Margaret struggled to stay calm. Her breathing grew shallow, and nurses noticed her asking the same question again and again. She wanted to know where her dog was and when he would be back. Her granddaughter understood the situation clearly. The dog wasn't a companion in the usual sense. He was the one constant presence left in her grandmother's life. A decision was made quietly. Wrapped carefully in a warm blanket, the terrier was brought into the room and placed gently on the bed beside her. The change happened immediately. His head lifted, weak but alert, as he recognized her scent. Margaret's hand moved on its own, resting against his fur. Her fingers trembled, but they stayed there.
Both of them were running out of strength, and the room felt quieter with every passing minute. A hospital bed stood near the window, and a small dog lay wrapped in a blanket beside it. Margaret, 90, had spent most of her adult life with the same terrier at her feet. The dog had arrived years earlier as a small puppy and never learned how to be anywhere else. Wherever she sat, he followed. Wherever she rested, he waited. A sudden decline in her health brought her to the hospital earlier that week. Doctors focused on stabilizing her condition, while the dog was taken to a neighbor's home nearby. Without her, the terrier stopped eating. He stayed near the door, barely moving, listening for sounds that never came. Each hour apart seemed to drain more of his energy. Inside the hospital, Margaret struggled to stay calm. Her breathing grew shallow, and nurses noticed her asking the same question again and again. She wanted to know where her dog was and when he would be back. Her granddaughter understood the situation clearly. The dog wasn't a companion in the usual sense. He was the one constant presence left in her grandmother's life. A decision was made quietly. Wrapped carefully in a warm blanket, the terrier was brought into the room and placed gently on the bed beside her. The change happened immediately. His head lifted, weak but alert, as he recognized her scent. Margaret's hand moved on its own, resting against his fur. Her fingers trembled, but they stayed there. "Good boy," she said softly. "Stay with me." The dog shifted closer, curling into the bend of her arm as if that position had always belonged to him. His breathing slowed. Her shoulders relaxed. The room settled into stillness as they lay together, eyes closed, bodies close, sharing the quiet comfort they had relied on for years. Nothing needed to be explained anymore.

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