Teapot tales
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You are, standing in the dark, in a corner of a gloomy forest, sheltering into shadows to run away from what? your own unpure heart? I know....my fury, my rage, my hatered ,burning me inside and watering your worm-like disgusting roots ,they pull you towards me...and you escape, am I conjuring up something in your flithy, little mortal body? ...if I could...I would trample on those worms...I would burn your roots, I would turn your useless body into ashes... You are not Adam, you are that tempting snake....The snake who killed the most innocent part of me...condemning it to death
No
snakes can be usefull
You are your roots...WORM
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Honestly, on the days when I actually have serious stuff to do and I’m busier, my journal and all that crap end up emptier. Like, I’ve been running around like a dog since morning, and I just opened it now to check my plan and realized I’ve already done almost all of it.
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دیگه حالم از لپتاپم بهم میخوره وقتایی که میخوام بخوابم با نفرت درشو میبندم
میخوام بشینم باهاش سریال بیینم نه که یه مشت پی دی اف باز کنم بخونم
یا حتی بنویسم!
بس
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تازه یادم اومد اونموقع که نت نبود ویدئو مسیج میگرفتم برای خودم که هروقت نت وصل شد برم ببینمشون
و تازه کشفشون کردم
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It was a striking night, yet I never miss it; I just feel every single second of it. It wasn't good, nor was it bad.
It was late.
The sound of bombs exploding nearby.
The sound of people shouting from their windows.
I was cold.
Waiting for my hot chocolate in an empty cafe.
I was forty kilometers away from home.
Was I scared? I don't know.
