Auldine Brow (@auldinebrow) – 틱톡 통계: 팔로워 168K

168K

팔로워

1.6M

총 좋아요

446.6K

평균 조회수

949

동영상

459

팔로잉

즐겨찾기

1.0%

참여율

성장 및 예측

	마지막 업데이트	7일 예측	30일 예측
팔로워	168K	▼ 🔒 Pro	🔒 Pro
총 좋아요	1.6M	🔒 Pro	🔒 Pro
동영상	949	🔒 Pro	🔒 Pro
평균 조회수	446.6K	🔒 Pro	🔒 Pro

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예상 수익

광고 게시물 1건당 예상 단가: $840~$4.2K (팔로워 1,000명당 약 5~25달러 기준). 시청자 규모로 추정한 값이며 공개된 수입이 아닙니다.

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마지막 업데이트: 2026-10-29 12:32 UTC

틱톡 프로필

최근 동영상

최신 영상: 2026-10-22

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⸻ I began this year with a promise to myself—to walk in happiness, joy, and renewal. Then, in an instant, my heart was shattered by the sudden loss of my cousin, my sister in every way that mattered. I am devastated, broken, and torn apart in ways words can barely hold. I spent the last six months of last year with her, and in that time our bond grew deeper than it had ever been. While I was quietly fighting depression after losing my mom, she became my strength. She would look at me and say, “It’s okay… you will be okay, cuz.” Those words carried me then, and they are carrying me now. Her absence feels unreal. The pain is heavy, and the disbelief still lingers. Yet even in my sorrow, I am choosing to hold on—to her voice, her love, and her faith in me. This year, I will not allow the enemy to steal my joy. I may weep through the night, but I will wait, believing that my morning joy will come.

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⸻ I began this year with a promise to myself—to walk in happiness, joy, and renewal. Then, in an instant, my heart was shattered by the sudden loss of my cousin, my sister in every way that mattered. I am devastated, broken, and torn apart in ways words can barely hold. I spent the last six months of last year with her, and in that time our bond grew deeper than it had ever been. While I was quietly fighting depression after losing my mom, she became my strength. She would look at me and say, “It’s okay… you will be okay, cuz.” Those words carried me then, and they are carrying me now. Her absence feels unreal. The pain is heavy, and the disbelief still lingers. Yet even in my sorrow, I am choosing to hold on—to her voice, her love, and her faith in me. This year, I will not allow the enemy to steal my joy. I may weep through the night, but I will wait, believing that my morning joy will come.