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ecgcxs
Ngoan xinh iuu😘 :
Nói thật là nếu là vợ chồng rồi thì chờ đợi, còn nếu là người yêu thì các bạn nữ suy nghĩ cho kĩ, vì tương lai của bạn, của con và cháu các bạn sau này nữa.
2025-04-18 08:20:09
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review.1110
Cơm rang dưa bò🍺 :
Xin vía cho ny t vô tù 😂😂
2025-04-18 03:16:39
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5th7_2005
Người ồn bất tỉnh. :
ê gn mà còn chờ? rồi con m kh định cho n tương lai tươi sáng à?
2025-04-19 14:48:47
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mydung..27
Cá trúc nhỏ :
Phụ nữ thì chờ đợi như vậy , chứ nếu là đàn ông chắc nó không đợi mình đâu :))
2025-04-23 05:29:33
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_gamkabi_
Hồng Gấm ☘️ :
Ck mình cũng 14n 🥺
2025-04-17 23:36:55
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nng95433
Nguyễn Quỳnh Nhẫn :
tội quá c
2025-04-17 23:10:29
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banthily02
Bàn thị nhi :
Em chờ đ hai năm r
2025-04-19 14:10:04
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nguyn.vn.hu2818
Nguyễn Văn Hậu :
xin ảnh ạ
2025-05-15 16:17:11
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thuy011120044
thuy011120044 :
Ck tui á. Cũng đi cai chứ ko án tui chờ dc 8 tháng nuôi dc 8 tháng sắp tới đích rồi. Cái lên thăm nó kêu làm đơn đi t kí
2025-04-18 03:48:31
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nbangne09
𝓝𝓱𝓾̛̣𝓽 𝓑𝓪̆𝓷𝓰 :
Xin vía cho nyc chứ nó tồi quá tr
2025-04-18 04:37:30
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nhannguyen0002
Nhân Milô :
14 năm cải tạo tốt tầm 7 năm là ra đúc tiền dô nữa thì mau ra sớm
2025-04-18 02:52:25
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lananh💗🐭 :
Thấy cảnh này lại nhớ bố 🥺
2025-04-18 09:16:57
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nhii.p.t
Nhii Pé Tí :
Thấy cảnh này tui lại nhớ a3 tui 🥺
2025-04-18 08:26:30
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Duongtuantran15 :
Khoảng 8 năm về thôi cố lên c
2025-04-21 06:18:17
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123tuyethip
Tuyết Híp :
Bạn ấy cũng khoản 2 😔
2025-05-18 14:50:45
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gthine
ɢɪᴀ ᴛʜɪ :
Sao bị v c?
2025-04-18 06:36:50
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nhuquynhh040
Như Quỳnh Makeupp 💄💄💄 :
Cố lên nha bà
2025-04-18 10:53:41
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yennhu2066
小如 :
ck mình 9 năm mới đi đc 1 năm mấy r tg trôi qua lâu thật 😭😭
2025-04-18 12:35:27
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fcducon2904
fcducon2904 :
xin ảh đầu ạ
2025-04-18 10:50:59
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nahxseaa04
Jet gia chi tử :
xin vía ny tui cũng đi tù
2025-04-18 08:16:03
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_thaoxinh03_
Cúnn iuu🍓🦁 :
Xin vía cho nyc tên Đạt 😂
2025-04-23 05:21:31
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tanthanh935
Thành Tấn Nguyễn :
Hết cả thanh Xuân
2025-05-19 03:03:35
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vanphu190704
vanphu190704 :
Xin tấm ảnh đầu với
2025-04-18 09:05:48
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giang.hy8
Giang hy :
Ck em 12 năm đi được 3 năm nay rồi🥺
2025-04-19 11:34:34
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_ng.huowg06 :
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2025-04-20 08:07:17
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Nobody handed me a script for this kind of grief. There was no loss to point to. No death. No relationship ending. No external event that anyone would have recognized as a before and after. Just a slow recognition: the version of myself I had believed in — the one who would exist by now — didn’t. Not because something went catastrophically wrong. But because the decisions I made were real, and they cost other decisions, and some of those doors I hadn’t fully acknowledged as closed. Psychologists call it ambiguous loss. Grief without a recognizable object. It doesn’t get a funeral. Nobody asks how you’re holding up. There’s no socially sanctioned period of mourning. So most women carry it quietly — and call it anxiety, or restlessness, or the vague dissatisfaction they can’t fully justify. It’s grief. What I’ve learned: you can’t resolve it without naming what you’re mourning. Not vaguely — specifically. The version of me that didn’t take that path. The work I didn’t pursue. The version of the relationship I believed in for longer than was honest. When you name it specifically, you can grieve it specifically. And when you grieve it, you stop carrying it as a permanent low-grade weight. The mourning has to happen. One way or another. … The body under unprocessed grief — including ambiguous grief — DOESN’T distinguish between types of loss. It registers the unresolved activation. The emotional arousal that has no outlet accumulates. It shows up in sleep. In baseline inflammation. In the persistent fatigue that isn’t physical in origin. The body keeps the record. And it doesn’t close the account until something is processed — not managed, not suppressed, not rationalized. Named. Felt. Set down. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been waiting. It responds to the same process.
Nobody handed me a script for this kind of grief. There was no loss to point to. No death. No relationship ending. No external event that anyone would have recognized as a before and after. Just a slow recognition: the version of myself I had believed in — the one who would exist by now — didn’t. Not because something went catastrophically wrong. But because the decisions I made were real, and they cost other decisions, and some of those doors I hadn’t fully acknowledged as closed. Psychologists call it ambiguous loss. Grief without a recognizable object. It doesn’t get a funeral. Nobody asks how you’re holding up. There’s no socially sanctioned period of mourning. So most women carry it quietly — and call it anxiety, or restlessness, or the vague dissatisfaction they can’t fully justify. It’s grief. What I’ve learned: you can’t resolve it without naming what you’re mourning. Not vaguely — specifically. The version of me that didn’t take that path. The work I didn’t pursue. The version of the relationship I believed in for longer than was honest. When you name it specifically, you can grieve it specifically. And when you grieve it, you stop carrying it as a permanent low-grade weight. The mourning has to happen. One way or another. … The body under unprocessed grief — including ambiguous grief — DOESN’T distinguish between types of loss. It registers the unresolved activation. The emotional arousal that has no outlet accumulates. It shows up in sleep. In baseline inflammation. In the persistent fatigue that isn’t physical in origin. The body keeps the record. And it doesn’t close the account until something is processed — not managed, not suppressed, not rationalized. Named. Felt. Set down. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been waiting. It responds to the same process.

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