@ilovehercrookedteeth: c'est pas censé être un exo triceps hihi

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perla.gtp
𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶 :
Vrmt sa musique quoi finalement
2026-08-04 18:50:43
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solaymusicc
Solaymusic⸆⸉꩜ :
Avril baddie sur nous
2026-08-04 08:59:16
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hmdsalia
hmdsalia :
Les bras incroyable mais alors la carrure des abdos meuf omg
2026-08-04 11:18:05
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katrina_0202
Katrina F :
Est ce que j’identifie cette musique à avril ? Oui. 💪🏻🖤
2026-08-04 17:27:02
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bmwm3g800
Dilara ///M :
Incroyable
2026-08-04 09:08:21
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himbobutch
himbobutch :
Les bras explosent en ce moment c’est dingue
2026-08-04 10:09:33
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ahahahblablablz
Hahaha :
on dirait Lara Croft !
2026-08-04 19:42:28
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ntc.st
ntc.st :
D'où vient son haut PLEASEEE ?
2026-08-04 23:22:10
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dusk_915019
Dusk :
Elle a plus de pecs que moi 😭😭😭😭
2026-08-04 19:55:26
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sebdaddy03
Sébastien Millet :
désolé de devoir te corriger mais ton exécution n'est pas bonne tes coude et tes épaules ne doivent pas bouger durant l exécution
2026-08-04 15:33:52
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shrn084
shy. :
Il vient d’où le jogging ?
2026-08-04 10:54:06
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buymeaminikelly
trvpstvr :
jsuis tellement love de toi genre
2026-08-04 11:50:28
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selim_b6
NAM€ :
Avril tu aurais la référence de ton haut
2026-08-04 17:58:02
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ozidh.skdbsjsbsv
ozidh.skdbsjsbsv :
Least obvious var
2026-08-04 09:08:41
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There is a painful truth hidden inside hatred: we rarely hate what never mattered to us. Indifference leaves quietly. Hatred stays. It argues with memories. It returns in dreams. It burns because somewhere beneath the anger there was once tenderness. That is why hatred can feel like spoiled love. Not because love and hatred are the same, but because they are both born from attachment. You cannot feel betrayed by someone who meant nothing to you. You cannot feel rage over a loss that never touched your heart. When love is wounded, it does not always disappear gracefully. Sometimes it twists. Sometimes it hardens. Sometimes it returns wearing the face of anger because anger is easier to carry than grief. After heartbreak, hatred can feel powerful. It gives structure to pain. It offers a clear enemy. It protects us from the more frightening admission that we were hurt because we cared deeply. To say
There is a painful truth hidden inside hatred: we rarely hate what never mattered to us. Indifference leaves quietly. Hatred stays. It argues with memories. It returns in dreams. It burns because somewhere beneath the anger there was once tenderness. That is why hatred can feel like spoiled love. Not because love and hatred are the same, but because they are both born from attachment. You cannot feel betrayed by someone who meant nothing to you. You cannot feel rage over a loss that never touched your heart. When love is wounded, it does not always disappear gracefully. Sometimes it twists. Sometimes it hardens. Sometimes it returns wearing the face of anger because anger is easier to carry than grief. After heartbreak, hatred can feel powerful. It gives structure to pain. It offers a clear enemy. It protects us from the more frightening admission that we were hurt because we cared deeply. To say "I hate you" can sometimes be a way of avoiding the softer sentence hiding underneath: "You mattered to me more than I wanted to admit." But hatred is also exhausting. Love opens the heart. Hatred keeps it clenched. The more we feed it, the more space it occupies inside us. We replay old conversations. We imagine better arguments. We hold onto the person through anger long after we could have released them through peace. That is why hatred can resemble love in its intensity. It thinks about the same person. It returns to the same memories. It refuses to let the story end. The difference is that love wishes well, while hatred wishes for distance, punishment, or proof that the pain was justified. Yet beneath both emotions there is often the same root: significance. The person mattered. The connection mattered. The loss mattered. Perhaps healing begins when we stop pretending that hatred appeared from nowhere. Sometimes it is the remains of love after disappointment. The ashes left behind when trust burned down. The scar that formed where affection once lived. But spoiled love does not have to remain hatred forever. With time, understanding, and distance, anger can soften into something quieter. Not necessarily forgiveness. Not necessarily friendship. Sometimes the healthiest ending is simple indifference: the peaceful recognition that someone no longer has power over your inner world. Then you realize that hatred was never the final opposite of love. The final opposite was peace. The moment when the heart no longer burns, no longer reaches back, no longer needs to define itself through what happened. And maybe that is the saddest, yet most liberating truth: hatred may begin as wounded love, but healing begins when we stop feeding the wound and allow the feeling to become nothing more than a memory.

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