Music like this sounds like walking around memories of the past in my head, realizing nothing and no one is left. Harder still to watch my hometown swept away in a hurricane. Perhaps memories are all that's left. It's still nice to visit home even empty, frozen in time in my minds eye.
@@Cabvno Physically yes, spiritually entering a journey of cultivating home roots. In a way, it's a good time to walk life's path and reflect on things 🙏✨
@@micahclark4092 I pray that God be with you and guide you through these uncertain times. You will have roots in time, my friend. Trust in God and endure all that comes your way. Peace be with you always.
the compassion and the heartfelt wave of emotion these emit is unbelievably beautiful, I cant describe how much I needed this, what crystal melodies these are. may this be blessed and may all who see this be blessed.
"In the quiet vastness of solitude, I am like a forgotten star in the deep sky, shining without witness, suspended between emptiness and eternity, silently bearing the weight of its own light."
After a long period of time in my life, I was isolated and far from relationships, despite their presence and availability around me everywhere, but I was always trying to preserve myself, and this was because I did not want anything. I only wanted a girl who looked like me and resembled the way my family raised me, and after I finished middle school and high school and arrived at university. Finally, I found her to be a respectable girl, who is similar to me in many things, the same upbringing, the same childhood stage, the same middle class, and her family is similar to my family, and she loves what I love, and she also plays video games like me even the same family problems that we go through are the same, but unfortunately not everything we like or want we can have in this life. In the end, after I confessed my crush on her, she refused and it seemed that she did not feel the same feelings and said that we are just friends. This was like a big break that happened in my heart. There is nothing I can do but accept the truth of the matter. I do not know how to explain what is inside me, but I feel that everything has become black and I have become isolated again from the world. Although I tried to be apart for a long period of time, which was 4 months, but it seems that there is no change that has happened to me, I still love her and miss her very much, and currently we are still friends, and yesterday she and I returned from university after a long day talking and laughing, and it seemed that there was nothing going on. But in reality, I am very sad inside, and it seems that my confession and my feelings have been buried. When we sit together and I look at her, I look at her beauty, her personality, her laugh, and her eyes. All of this will be received by someone else. I am even sadder. There's nothing I can do but watch from afar or tell her I have to leave.
Bro, don't let yourself go down, i'm not motivaiting you, i just know how it feels. Self love is the most important thing, i learn that when i looked at my parents and saw them fustraiting with bills and depression things. I told my self i had to be stronger for them, i'm not saying that this will happend to you in a easy way, no becausa i'm still hurt inside but making my parents proud helps alot, seeing the way they look at me, with suh a proud and happy way, i love you bro, we love you, now... uou have to pove yourself ...
God's gift to men is a life of suffering. Acknowledge what you're feeling and turn the pain into appreciation. Appreciate that you have the ability to feel such pain. Try to recognize pain as your connection to being alive. Continue to improve your relationship to pain- become the rock for the people in your life who do appreciate you (including yourself) and strive to protect them from pain. You'll fail in protecting others from pain, but you'll become a beacon for others to strive towards. As an example to the next generation of men, and as an honor to the men who have suffered before you. This is your birthright; this is your duty. Don't let your grandfather down, don't let your future wife or children down, don't let me down. We all believe in you.
I'm depressed. Already living for 4 years with a black hole inside my stomach. A lot of suicidal thoughts are going through my head everyday until I go to sleep. I even sleep bad. My mind is fogged with thoughts of death. I'm already 20 years old, but all what I think about - is death. I don't know where it came from - I can't look at old photos because I think first not about the memories, but about people on the photo being dead. I can't sleep well because I think about what will happen when I die.. Because of this problem I can't feel anything. I can't even accept any of feelings. I feel myself isolated from all this world, just "existing" but nothing else. I have no real friends - just only me. I'm feared of being trapped with my mind 1v1 because all the thoughts are nearly about killing myself and there are a lot of them. By different ways. At different time. I can't handle this anymore.. I can't think about my family, relatives and me that we all will be dead one time.. It just killing me from inside.. Slowly and painfully covering all my body, reminding me about the end. To be honest, these days (from november) I think about it 24/7 and can't stop. I just can't stop..
I have no words for what I am feeling.I am happy but at the same time I am as sad as anyone can be.I feel nothing.Or maybe I am feeling too many things
What you feel is not something really necessary or even valuable. It all depends on how we react or qualify our feelings and how they can affect us. Delve deeper. Learn. Understand. Recognize, Build, Grow.
Привет мои иностранные братья(и не только иностранцы),почитав комментарии можно понять то что все мы действительно одинаковы.У нас у всех есть проблемы разных масштабов но есть вещи которые нас объединяет это воспоминания,грусть,сожаления о том что уже не изменить,веселье,счастье,детство,любовь и смерть. Всем удачи 🇷🇺👋
Adoro está interação que uns tem com os outros adoro mesmo e fizeste o meu dia só com este comentário. Desejo te o melhor e só de pensar que nós todos pensamos de formas diferentes e que nós todos temos vidas, que acontecem problemas, que acontecem milagres e muito mais. Cada um tem uma vida, cada um tem os seus sentimentos, cada um tem a sua forma de ser e isso me faz pensar muito porque cada vida tem uma historia incrível. E meu irmão fica bem, muito amor de portugal. 🇵🇹 👋
The way the skeleton was next to him just made me feel like he's saying something "Hey Jared, when are we going home, the girls are trying to talk to me."
bro, that skeleton’s out here third-wheeling so hard it’s practically a bone-ified wingman. Jared probably told him, 'hold tight, man, I’m just waiting for Brenda to text me back,' but Brenda’s already blocked him. dude’s stuck in purgatory watching Jared fumble his nonexistent game.
In the silent dusk where shadows creep, A figure stirs from ancient sleep, Bones of white, and hollow eyes, A skeleton beneath the skies. His steps are light, his voice is low, A whispered wind where cold winds blow. Beside a man, he stops to speak, His presence makes the bravest weak. In brittle tones, like autumn’s breath, He whispers words, the taste of death: "Tonight, a thousand men shall fall, Their voices lost, their shadows small. I’ll claim their souls, each one in turn, And in my grasp, their fires will burn. But there’s one more I’ll take as well, A creature small, where forests dwell. A single monkey, nothing more, Will join the men, behind death’s door." The man, his face now drained of light, Trembled before this ghastly sight. "Why the monkey?" he dared to ask, His voice a fragile, fearful task. "Why slay the beast with such a hand, When you could let it live and stand?" The skeleton, with hollow grin, Let out a soundless laugh within. His sockets dark, his bony jaw, Spread wide with eerie ancient awe. "You ask me why? Oh, mortal fool, The world is governed by strange rule. I’ll kill a thousand men tonight, And no one cares, not one in sight. They’ll fall like leaves in winter’s gust, Their names forgotten in the dust. But slay one monkey-watch and see, The grief, the wails, the sympathy. For men are numbers, cold and lost, Their worth a coin that no one costs. But speak of creatures small and frail, And suddenly, hearts bend and wail. The thousand men mean less than air, But the monkey’s death, the world will care." The man stood still, his heart a stone, Left to this truth, chilling and lone. A thousand souls to be erased, Yet not a tear for lives displaced. But for the creature, small and meek, The world would tremble, faint, and weep. He turned away, his hands were cold, His spirit weary, growing old. The skeleton, with quiet grace, Turned his bones from that haunted place. His work was set, his task was clear, To take what’s lost, and instill fear. And so he moved, beyond the night, A thousand souls left in his flight, Yet one small monkey in his path, Would stir the world to silent wrath. For death, in all its cruel design, Knows what we treasure, what’s divine. Not the men who stand and fall, But the smallest life we cherish most of all.
I know the past can happen in moments like these. But just so you know the past is in the past and you have to move on or else you'll just be stuck in your past, and it keeps you on wondering what kept you up late at night which you already know, "it's your past", so keep moving on forward, for Jesus has a better plan for us in the future.
People talk about the past, the future, and everything in between, but sometimes you just have to live in the present. I'm not saying you shouldn't worry about the future, and I'm not saying you should forget the past. I'm just saying don't let your mind get clouded by thoughts of the past or the future. Remember, you have a present to live, and you should be thankful for that. man, why do i use my few bits of motivation for shit like this
In the depts of life we choose what to see for a moment.. Even if were getting paid for tha moment... If money cant buy me happiness... I do know it can get me there... The survival of society lies not on one who treads but l.. For the few who chooose to continue their own path... Story... So many out there but few can relate... Come too... How to be... Not the past or the future.. Now right now.... A focused dream...just a focused dream...
Hope is Worth living for and what is hope if not just faith for the unknown.. ik it's scary but it's so worth it I fear.. I won't be worthy of such a gift so I'll do what I can to repay you.. My message to my creator whatever you may be.
хождение по воспоминанием в голове, своей тяжëлый и уже такой бессмысленной. Но ты продолжил идти, всë силясь вспомнить свои прошлые жизни, но и это тебе не доступно, бери же тот опыт который есть (я хотел написать нечто психоделическое, ну ладно((
Oh my god I have been searching for a comment like this so I can yap It's um a painting made by Arnold Böcklin, a Swiss painter who was alive during the 1800s, from 1827 to 1901, and he is really well known for his multiple (5) versions of Island of the Dead, in which was inspired by classical times (Ancient Greece + Rome) just like with many of his other paintings. The artwork shown in the thumbnail was my personal favorite painting not just from Böcklin but also in my top ten from the Victorian Era called Self-Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle (I know, long name). The painting shows a personification of death playing a single-stringed violin behind Böcklin in an intimation of his mortality. It was kinda inspired (or echoed) of an earlier painting made in 1450 of a guy called Sir Brian Tuke (Secretary of Henry VIII, eugh) by an anonymous painter in which the painting was very similar with a skeleton behind Sir Tuke but instead of playing the violin, the shadowing figure of Death is pointing at an hourglass. Death and mortality is a really repeated theme that can be seen in several of Böcklin's works, including Plague (1898), 2 versions of War (1896), and 5 versions of Isle of the Dead (1 + 2 = 1880, 3 = 1883, 4 = 1884, 5 = 1886). As an off topic fact, Arnold’s painting of his self-portrait with death inspired a LOT of people. According to Alma Mahler, the wife of the composer Gustav Mahler, her husband was "under the spell" of Böcklin's self-portrait when writing the scherzo movement of his Fourth Symphony. I have done yapping so have a great day!! (I wrote all of this to steer my mind off of something, so excuse me if it's too long lmao)
Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Jesus said to Thomas, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me". There is only one way to heaven. That Way is Jesus and his word of truth. No other can grant us eternal life.
As a professional music listener I can confirm that this is a good playlist
Not gonna lie, as a professional commentator, this is the most trustworthy comment out there. Not a single lie was put into the comment itself.
certified youtube account owner here, and I can only agree with what has been said
@@Tee_Dawg as a professional replier this reply is true
как профессиональный ответчик на ответчика который ответил на ответ могу сказать чтоб ответ верен @@s1lence214
As a professional comment section analyser I deem this entire comment section as valid. @@s1lence214
You didn't find this , it found you
True shit Man.
💀:
yes accurate
I love the tittle
me too
yeah it doesnt need a title
same i love titties too
⠀
Same,it's nothing and i like do nothing
Music like this sounds like walking around memories of the past in my head, realizing nothing and no one is left. Harder still to watch my hometown swept away in a hurricane. Perhaps memories are all that's left. It's still nice to visit home even empty, frozen in time in my minds eye.
hope you are doing well
@@Cabvno Physically yes, spiritually entering a journey of cultivating home roots. In a way, it's a good time to walk life's path and reflect on things 🙏✨
@@micahclark4092 I pray that God be with you and guide you through these uncertain times. You will have roots in time, my friend. Trust in God and endure all that comes your way. Peace be with you always.
@@andrewsolem5677 Trust in ALLAH
@@Brandon-f9l2x In Jesus, my friend
"Death at my back,
singing his accursed melody,
forever reminding me,
time is ticking."
the compassion and the heartfelt wave of emotion these emit is unbelievably beautiful, I cant describe how much I needed this, what crystal melodies these are. may this be blessed and may all who see this be blessed.
This might be my favourite playlist yet
"In the quiet vastness of solitude, I am like a forgotten star in the deep sky, shining without witness, suspended between emptiness and eternity, silently bearing the weight of its own light."
You authored this?
yeahh me too
After a long period of time in my life, I was isolated and far from relationships, despite their presence and availability around me everywhere, but I was always trying to preserve myself, and this was because I did not want anything. I only wanted a girl who looked like me and resembled the way my family raised me, and after I finished middle school and high school and arrived at university. Finally, I found her to be a respectable girl, who is similar to me in many things, the same upbringing, the same childhood stage, the same middle class, and her family is similar to my family, and she loves what I love, and she also plays video games like me even the same family problems that we go through are the same, but unfortunately not everything we like or want we can have in this life. In the end, after I confessed my crush on her, she refused and it seemed that she did not feel the same feelings and said that we are just friends. This was like a big break that happened in my heart. There is nothing I can do but accept the truth of the matter. I do not know how to explain what is inside me, but I feel that everything has become black and I have become isolated again from the world.
Although I tried to be apart for a long period of time, which was 4 months, but it seems that there is no change that has happened to me, I still love her and miss her very much, and currently we are still friends, and yesterday she and I returned from university after a long day talking and laughing, and it seemed that there was nothing going on. But in reality, I am very sad inside, and it seems that my confession and my feelings have been buried. When we sit together and I look at her, I look at her beauty, her personality, her laugh, and her eyes. All of this will be received by someone else. I am even sadder.
There's nothing I can do but watch from afar or tell her I have to leave.
Just leave bro💔
Bro, don't let yourself go down, i'm not motivaiting you, i just know how it feels. Self love is the most important thing, i learn that when i looked at my parents and saw them fustraiting with bills and depression things. I told my self i had to be stronger for them, i'm not saying that this will happend to you in a easy way, no becausa i'm still hurt inside but making my parents proud helps alot, seeing the way they look at me, with suh a proud and happy way, i love you bro, we love you, now... uou have to pove yourself ...
God's gift to men is a life of suffering. Acknowledge what you're feeling and turn the pain into appreciation. Appreciate that you have the ability to feel such pain. Try to recognize pain as your connection to being alive. Continue to improve your relationship to pain- become the rock for the people in your life who do appreciate you (including yourself) and strive to protect them from pain. You'll fail in protecting others from pain, but you'll become a beacon for others to strive towards. As an example to the next generation of men, and as an honor to the men who have suffered before you. This is your birthright; this is your duty. Don't let your grandfather down, don't let your future wife or children down, don't let me down. We all believe in you.
shes not ready yet, man, youre lucky to have her as a friend though
I'm depressed. Already living for 4 years with a black hole inside my stomach. A lot of suicidal thoughts are going through my head everyday until I go to sleep. I even sleep bad. My mind is fogged with thoughts of death. I'm already 20 years old, but all what I think about - is death. I don't know where it came from - I can't look at old photos because I think first not about the memories, but about people on the photo being dead. I can't sleep well because I think about what will happen when I die..
Because of this problem I can't feel anything. I can't even accept any of feelings. I feel myself isolated from all this world, just "existing" but nothing else. I have no real friends - just only me. I'm feared of being trapped with my mind 1v1 because all the thoughts are nearly about killing myself and there are a lot of them. By different ways. At different time. I can't handle this anymore.. I can't think about my family, relatives and me that we all will be dead one time.. It just killing me from inside.. Slowly and painfully covering all my body, reminding me about the end. To be honest, these days (from november) I think about it 24/7 and can't stop. I just can't stop..
Great mix, already addict to the vibes, i feel in peace here
This is how life sometimes feels like
Real.
Stay strong. It will eventually pass even so it's will come back.
I have no words for what I am feeling.I am happy but at the same time I am as sad as anyone can be.I feel nothing.Or maybe I am feeling too many things
What you feel is not something really necessary or even valuable. It all depends on how we react or qualify our feelings and how they can affect us. Delve deeper. Learn. Understand. Recognize, Build, Grow.
music like this, i don’t know how to explain, but it’s perfect
Playlists like this are my strange addiction
igualmente hermano
You not the same tilekid gives exactly the vibe it wants
Привет мои иностранные братья(и не только иностранцы),почитав комментарии можно понять то что все мы действительно одинаковы.У нас у всех есть проблемы разных масштабов но есть вещи которые нас объединяет это воспоминания,грусть,сожаления о том что уже не изменить,веселье,счастье,детство,любовь и смерть.
Всем удачи 🇷🇺👋
хочу пукнуть
Good luck (🇧🇷👋🏼)
Adoro está interação que uns tem com os outros adoro mesmo e fizeste o meu dia só com este comentário. Desejo te o melhor e só de pensar que nós todos pensamos de formas diferentes e que nós todos temos vidas, que acontecem problemas, que acontecem milagres e muito mais. Cada um tem uma vida, cada um tem os seus sentimentos, cada um tem a sua forma de ser e isso me faz pensar muito porque cada vida tem uma historia incrível. E meu irmão fica bem, muito amor de portugal. 🇵🇹 👋
God Bless, dude (US 👋)
također, brate, i tebi sretno (HR/CRO 🇭🇷)
The way the skeleton was next to him just made me feel like he's saying something "Hey Jared, when are we going home, the girls are trying to talk to me."
Read @normalguy5208's comment because it literally fits so well but yes also this lol
He listens for the death notes
bro, that skeleton’s out here third-wheeling so hard it’s practically a bone-ified wingman. Jared probably told him, 'hold tight, man, I’m just waiting for Brenda to text me back,' but Brenda’s already blocked him. dude’s stuck in purgatory watching Jared fumble his nonexistent game.
love the first transition
We blastin our brains with this one
I'm glad you found me
I just stared at this until the end, that was peaceful
In the silent dusk where shadows creep,
A figure stirs from ancient sleep,
Bones of white, and hollow eyes,
A skeleton beneath the skies.
His steps are light, his voice is low,
A whispered wind where cold winds blow.
Beside a man, he stops to speak,
His presence makes the bravest weak.
In brittle tones, like autumn’s breath,
He whispers words, the taste of death:
"Tonight, a thousand men shall fall,
Their voices lost, their shadows small.
I’ll claim their souls, each one in turn,
And in my grasp, their fires will burn.
But there’s one more I’ll take as well,
A creature small, where forests dwell.
A single monkey, nothing more,
Will join the men, behind death’s door."
The man, his face now drained of light,
Trembled before this ghastly sight.
"Why the monkey?" he dared to ask,
His voice a fragile, fearful task.
"Why slay the beast with such a hand,
When you could let it live and stand?"
The skeleton, with hollow grin,
Let out a soundless laugh within.
His sockets dark, his bony jaw,
Spread wide with eerie ancient awe.
"You ask me why? Oh, mortal fool,
The world is governed by strange rule.
I’ll kill a thousand men tonight,
And no one cares, not one in sight.
They’ll fall like leaves in winter’s gust,
Their names forgotten in the dust.
But slay one monkey-watch and see,
The grief, the wails, the sympathy.
For men are numbers, cold and lost,
Their worth a coin that no one costs.
But speak of creatures small and frail,
And suddenly, hearts bend and wail.
The thousand men mean less than air,
But the monkey’s death, the world will care."
The man stood still, his heart a stone,
Left to this truth, chilling and lone.
A thousand souls to be erased,
Yet not a tear for lives displaced.
But for the creature, small and meek,
The world would tremble, faint, and weep.
He turned away, his hands were cold,
His spirit weary, growing old.
The skeleton, with quiet grace,
Turned his bones from that haunted place.
His work was set, his task was clear,
To take what’s lost, and instill fear.
And so he moved, beyond the night,
A thousand souls left in his flight,
Yet one small monkey in his path,
Would stir the world to silent wrath.
For death, in all its cruel design,
Knows what we treasure, what’s divine.
Not the men who stand and fall,
But the smallest life we cherish most of all.
Beautifully written
@@comedybearsfriendizesvan thanks
Deserves all
Dammm boy you cooked
That made me cry that it was so beautiful THAT makes me love poetry
Droga minhas costas arrepiaram com esse começo
I know the past can happen in moments like these. But just so you know the past is in the past and you have to move on or else you'll just be stuck in your past, and it keeps you on wondering what kept you up late at night which you already know, "it's your past", so keep moving on forward, for Jesus has a better plan for us in the future.
fax
166k without tittle brooooooooooooooo👑
Second song is so calming like rain somewhere im not
here I am, back yet again doing pushups in my room at 4:40 am. Addiction is real.
Stay focused, bro! You will do great in life!
@ 🫡🫶
how it feels when your friend gives callouts after he dies
People talk about the past, the future, and everything in between, but sometimes you just have to live in the present. I'm not saying you shouldn't worry about the future, and I'm not saying you should forget the past. I'm just saying don't let your mind get clouded by thoughts of the past or the future. Remember, you have a present to live, and you should be thankful for that.
man, why do i use my few bits of motivation for shit like this
We will die, these impressions will be all that remains. Maybe only this comment will prove I existed.
I like this mentality because it's so true this yt account will be a fossil one day heh.
What if the Internet doesn't exist in a few decades the only remains of you is your skeleton (if it is found)
In the depts of life we choose what to see for a moment.. Even if were getting paid for tha moment... If money cant buy me happiness... I do know it can get me there... The survival of society lies not on one who treads but l.. For the few who chooose to continue their own path... Story... So many out there but few can relate... Come too... How to be... Not the past or the future.. Now right now.... A focused dream...just a focused dream...
the song found me
i love. dude. is so good
I like this collection alot thank you
Beautiful ❤
the first one awakened something inside of me i shed real jesus tears when i heard it.
Nice vibe :)
Gonna use some of these for background music. This is it🤝🏻
Good luck for your life buddy :)
Once in a life time recommendation, save it. You might never find it again 💯
And always thinking about I shouldn't trust myself because even though it push to back to my old misserable days
Caraca, muito foda!
Siento que hay una verdad aterradora , que sigue Dios 💀🕊️
Dope but wait how’d you do a blank title
invisible characters
perfect!
хорошо, спасибо.
I need that.
This video found me
glat
Soo goo ❤
Omg,very good music 💘💘
Hope is Worth living for and what is hope if not just faith for the unknown.. ik it's scary but it's so worth it I fear.. I won't be worthy of such a gift so I'll do what I can to repay you.. My message to my creator whatever you may be.
do u have a spotify playlist by any chance
хождение по воспоминанием в голове, своей тяжëлый и уже такой бессмысленной.
Но ты продолжил идти, всë силясь вспомнить свои прошлые жизни,
но и это тебе не доступно,
бери же тот опыт который есть
(я хотел написать нечто психоделическое, ну ладно((
“A man has to accept and to welcome death into his life so he can move forward in life”
Must like this video so what it will not be lost
it found me....again.
im slowing loosing it
So we all up @2am 🤌🤔
But how do i find this again????????????
tittle's name is batman's dad
Real
не останавливайтесь, продвигайте канал и дальше) а для раскрутки что-то было типа ютифай, или гугл адс?
👍
Is this song copyrighted? If not, can I use it on a video? 😊
todo tiene copyright?
Why am i here, just to suffer...
Post nut clarity hitting hard
Yo.. same 😅
what name?
What is this picture?
Selbstbildnis mit fiedelndem Tod
Oh my god I have been searching for a comment like this so I can yap
It's um a painting made by Arnold Böcklin, a Swiss painter who was alive during the 1800s, from 1827 to 1901, and he is really well known for his multiple (5) versions of Island of the Dead, in which was inspired by classical times (Ancient Greece + Rome) just like with many of his other paintings.
The artwork shown in the thumbnail was my personal favorite painting not just from Böcklin but also in my top ten from the Victorian Era called Self-Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle (I know, long name). The painting shows a personification of death playing a single-stringed violin behind Böcklin in an intimation of his mortality.
It was kinda inspired (or echoed) of an earlier painting made in 1450 of a guy called Sir Brian Tuke (Secretary of Henry VIII, eugh) by an anonymous painter in which the painting was very similar with a skeleton behind Sir Tuke but instead of playing the violin, the shadowing figure of Death is pointing at an hourglass.
Death and mortality is a really repeated theme that can be seen in several of Böcklin's works, including Plague (1898), 2 versions of War (1896), and 5 versions of Isle of the Dead (1 + 2 = 1880, 3 = 1883, 4 = 1884, 5 = 1886).
As an off topic fact, Arnold’s painting of his self-portrait with death inspired a LOT of people. According to Alma Mahler, the wife of the composer Gustav Mahler, her husband was "under the spell" of Böcklin's self-portrait when writing the scherzo movement of his Fourth Symphony.
I have done yapping so have a great day!!
(I wrote all of this to steer my mind off of something, so excuse me if it's too long lmao)
@@user-dumbamericanbro what a comment 🔥🔥🔥
@@user-dumbamericanthis is amazing, thanks for the mini history lesson. no such thing as too much when interesting information is being shared 🤍
@@user-dumbamerican i lov u bro♡♡
Rei do marketing
How
111k view
All the people trying to find "⠀" 💀
kevin levrone..
☹️
No me carga el título
⠀- name video
14:30
jack stauber???
I hate my live
"She like's me" "No she don't think about a guy that she like's more than you"
im gonna be better tomorow
" u lie"
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Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Jesus said to Thomas, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me". There is only one way to heaven. That Way is Jesus and his word of truth. No other can grant us eternal life.
Conor McGregor
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meh
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