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r :

اخ أبوووس المتفهمين

2026-09-21 20:54:22

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𐙚 :

وينه اللي يفهم؟

2026-09-21 20:10:57

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re9o6r :

الحمدلله في احد يفهمنا

2026-09-22 06:02:40

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L👸🏻 :

بالنهايه يكسرك انتي وطيبتك ويلعب ب ابو نفسيتك

2026-09-22 11:00:10

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اها يعني تفهمون ؟

2026-09-22 06:02:08

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ʜᴜꜱᴇᴇɴ :

صحيح كلامك، بس ترى التوازن هو المهم. لما تعطي البنت اهتمام زيادة عن اللزوم وتضغط على نفسك عشانها، تضمن وجودك ومكانتها، وتصير حتى لو زعلت أو تضايقت متطمنة إنك ما راح تروح. وعن تجربة... جربت أقدم كل شيء فوق طاقتي وما أحد خسر بهالمعركة غير صحتي ونفسيتي."

2026-09-22 05:39:01

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بالله سو توعيه للباقي

2026-09-22 08:00:45

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j.3iiv :

طيب ممكن تطلع ف اكسبلوره ؟😔

2026-09-22 07:53:51

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mmskkr78 :

يعني شو الفايدة إذا يطلعو عندي مو عنده

2026-09-22 07:22:44

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2026-09-21 19:43:39

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قحطاني :

😿😿😿😿أخ

2026-09-23 19:45:50

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2026-09-22 10:54:56

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ᴴ :

2026-09-21 23:26:27

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❤️ :

خله يطلعله هو مب أنا

2026-09-23 13:52:32

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s :

ياليت يفهم

2026-09-22 18:49:25

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ً :

2026-09-22 11:49:48

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Reepep :

افرحو يا بنات في وحده مننا مبسوطه ولقت احد يفهمها

2026-09-22 15:34:43

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NON :

اخ بس

2026-09-22 09:44:40

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الحساب للبيع :

روح كل نساء الارض راضيه عنك

2026-09-22 18:42:47

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ايوا دي المقاطع لازم تنتشر عشان يشوفون

2026-09-22 10:02:04

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🐈‍⬛ :

اطلع له وراك تطلع لي

2026-09-22 16:11:49

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ميمَ :

لازم تسوي دروس خصوصيه يحتاجون

2026-09-22 08:08:48

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🇰🇼 :

انزين مو جذي انا شنو متحوله ؟

2026-09-21 21:40:52

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2026-09-22 04:12:51

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ومين يفهم

2026-09-22 13:25:36

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I stopped going to that church after I saw someone sitting in the back row. The weird part was, I was the only person inside. It was a Wednesday night. Youth group had ended around 8:30, but I stayed behind because I had forgotten my backpack. The church was almost completely dark. I found my backpack under one of the tables and started walking toward the doors. Then I heard someone cough. From the sanctuary. I froze. I figured one of the adults had come back. “Hello?” Nothing. I walked toward the sanctuary and looked through the doorway. Nobody was there. I turned on the lights. Every pew was empty. Except the very back row. Someone was sitting there. It looked like an old man. Gray jacket. Hands resting on his knees. Head lowered. I called out, “Sir?” He didn’t move. I stepped closer. Then my phone vibrated. A text from my mom. Where are you? I looked back at the pew. The man was gone. I checked the doors. Still locked from the inside. I told myself he must have left while I was looking at my phone. Then I noticed something. There were wet footprints leading from the back pew. They went down the aisle. Straight toward me. I backed up. The footprints stopped about three feet away. I couldn’t see anyone. Then the church microphone clicked on. A voice came through the speakers. My voice. “Sir?” I ran. I didn’t stop until I reached my car. The next morning, I told our youth pastor. He laughed at first. Then I showed him the photo I had taken of the empty sanctuary. His face changed. He zoomed in on the back row. There was someone sitting there. Not the old man. Me. Same clothes. Same backpack. But I was sitting in the pew with my head lowered. The photo had been taken from behind me. He asked when I took it. I told him I hadn’t. We checked the church cameras. The footage showed me entering the sanctuary alone. It showed me finding my backpack. Then it showed me standing in the aisle. For almost two minutes, I didn’t move. I was staring toward the back pew. But the camera showed nothing there. Then I walked toward the exit. And stopped. Because someone had walked into the sanctuary behind me. It looked exactly like me. Same clothes. Same face. Same backpack. It followed me out. The church closed that hallway after that. I stopped going completely. A few months later, my old youth pastor called me. He sounded nervous. He said they had found something while checking an old security recording. A week before I saw the man, another teenager had stayed late at church. The footage showed him leaving. Then, ten minutes later, it showed him sitting in the back pew. He never appeared on camera leaving again. The last frame was him looking directly at the camera. Smiling. Wearing the exact clothes I had been wearing that night. Then my pastor said something that still bothers me. They checked the recording from the night I left. The thing that looked like me didn’t follow me out. It stayed inside. And at 9:14 PM, it walked into the back pew. Then it sat down. Waiting. For someone else to come in. #scary #scarystories #creepystorytime #captionstory #fyp

I stopped going to that church after I saw someone sitting in the back row. The weird part was, I was the only person inside. It was a Wednesday night. Youth group had ended around 8:30, but I stayed behind because I had forgotten my backpack. The church was almost completely dark. I found my backpack under one of the tables and started walking toward the doors. Then I heard someone cough. From the sanctuary. I froze. I figured one of the adults had come back. “Hello?” Nothing. I walked toward the sanctuary and looked through the doorway. Nobody was there. I turned on the lights. Every pew was empty. Except the very back row. Someone was sitting there. It looked like an old man. Gray jacket. Hands resting on his knees. Head lowered. I called out, “Sir?” He didn’t move. I stepped closer. Then my phone vibrated. A text from my mom. Where are you? I looked back at the pew. The man was gone. I checked the doors. Still locked from the inside. I told myself he must have left while I was looking at my phone. Then I noticed something. There were wet footprints leading from the back pew. They went down the aisle. Straight toward me. I backed up. The footprints stopped about three feet away. I couldn’t see anyone. Then the church microphone clicked on. A voice came through the speakers. My voice. “Sir?” I ran. I didn’t stop until I reached my car. The next morning, I told our youth pastor. He laughed at first. Then I showed him the photo I had taken of the empty sanctuary. His face changed. He zoomed in on the back row. There was someone sitting there. Not the old man. Me. Same clothes. Same backpack. But I was sitting in the pew with my head lowered. The photo had been taken from behind me. He asked when I took it. I told him I hadn’t. We checked the church cameras. The footage showed me entering the sanctuary alone. It showed me finding my backpack. Then it showed me standing in the aisle. For almost two minutes, I didn’t move. I was staring toward the back pew. But the camera showed nothing there. Then I walked toward the exit. And stopped. Because someone had walked into the sanctuary behind me. It looked exactly like me. Same clothes. Same face. Same backpack. It followed me out. The church closed that hallway after that. I stopped going completely. A few months later, my old youth pastor called me. He sounded nervous. He said they had found something while checking an old security recording. A week before I saw the man, another teenager had stayed late at church. The footage showed him leaving. Then, ten minutes later, it showed him sitting in the back pew. He never appeared on camera leaving again. The last frame was him looking directly at the camera. Smiling. Wearing the exact clothes I had been wearing that night. Then my pastor said something that still bothers me. They checked the recording from the night I left. The thing that looked like me didn’t follow me out. It stayed inside. And at 9:14 PM, it walked into the back pew. Then it sat down. Waiting. For someone else to come in. #scary #scarystories #creepystorytime #captionstory #fyp

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