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کیری ترین ریسک دنیا اعتماده

At 2 a.m., even the walls seem to miss someone.

The cigarette burned slower than the night.

I stopped locking my door. The things I fear already live inside.

The old mug on your shelf doesn’t match the new ones. But it holds memories the others never will. That’s the thing about comfort — it rarely looks perfect.

Love shouldn’t feel like survival.It should feel like breathing.

Some people miss the old you. because the new you has boundaries.

The mirror doesn’t lie. But it also doesn’t show everything. It can’t reflect the wars you survived in silence.

Not every goodbye is a loss. Some are quiet victories — the kind where you finally choose yourself.

Letting go doesn’t mean you stopped loving them. It means you started loving yourself more.

Wounds grow wings, eventually.

Memories don’t fade, they just find softer ways to haunt you.

There are nights when my own reflection feels like a stranger.

The past isn’t gone. It just sits quietly in the corners of my mind.

Lately, I’ve been pretending I’m okay so much, I forgot how to fall apart.