𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖦𝖬𝖠

При малейшей ошибке ты выпадаешь из моего поля зрения!

Gloomy is Sunday with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are sad I know But let them not weep let them know that I’m glad to go Death is no dream for in death I’m caressing you With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you

Gloomy is Sunday with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are sad I know But let them not weep let them know that I’m glad to go Death is no dream for in death I’m caressing you With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you

کـاغـذ ز حـرف هـایـم گـریـسـت.

What sin did I do when even the paper can't bear the words of my tired mind?

حتی کاغذ هم تحمل حرف هامو نداره.

𝖳𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒.