everything i wanted

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دقیقاً همینجا بود که به لیو گفتم شروع ۲۲سالگیت برام خیلی جالب و مهربون بود.

خیلی گریه کردم.

وسط عرق خوری دوستانم پاشدم رفتم کلاس این یعنی من برده و بنده‌ی یادگیریم زنده‌باد( نصف حرفای استادمو نفهمیدم چقدر زندگی کیریه بچه‌هاجون نکنه هیچوقت توی موزیک هیچ گهی نشم)

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When it rains, it pours, they said. But I see my eyes in the sky, when I can’t look at it at all, cause all the tears are gonna fall back into mine. Between the glory pictures left to see, I will remember the memories perfectly. And I miss myself, and I miss myself, and I miss myself so. November, how are you gonna touch my skin next time? How are your whiplashes gonna burn? How are you gonna leave me behind this time? I loved you soft, you hated me hard. Fires on the wires, heavy breath at the end, and my heart beats again and again. You will be forgotten, but not through the blessing of forgiveness. Your sins are not gonna be washed away by the ocean of sorrow that I cried, by the purest heart that I gave, or by the thought of an unbelievable concept. I won’t forgive you at all. And Mother, have mercy on me. I wasn’t ready for the damage I’m taking, for the loneliness that I’m shaping, and for the feelings that I’m faking. I didn’t deserve that, Mother. I gave it all. Nov7, 2026.

When it rains, it pours, they said. But I see my eyes in the sky, when I can’t look at it at all, cause all the tears are gonna fall back into mine. Between the glory pictures left to see, I will remember the memories perfectly. And I miss myself, and I miss myself, and I miss myself so. November, how are you gonna touch my skin next time? How are your whiplashes gonna burn? How are you gonna leave me behind this time? I loved you soft, you hated me hard. Fires on the wires, heavy breath at the end, and my heart beats again and again. You will be forgotten, but not through the blessing of forgiveness. Your sins are not gonna be washed away by the ocean of sorrow that I cried, by the purest heart that I gave, or by the thought of an unbelievable concept. I won’t forgive you at all. And Mother, have mercy on me. I wasn’t ready for the damage I’m taking, for the loneliness that I’m shaping, and for the feelings that I’m faking. I didn’t deserve that, Mother. I gave it all.

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