📍 𝟰𝟬𝟰 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

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قربونتون برم😭

بنازمم

احسنت به تو فرزندم

بهبهه

بالاخرع اول شدی چارلز😭

این در اصل دوئت هست که ویولا ش نیست الان🤣🤣

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She's not devastated; she's in a vague state. Trying not to rot, not to vent, not to be pathetic. Can I have faith in her and not expose her in this fucking ambiguous direction? She was specific in her skill. She was good at it. She's not consistent in her job. I don't wanna trust her, but I have no choice either!💣

خدایا بگم شکرت خندت نمیگیره؟

و انگار نفرین کردند این خاک را اجداد ما

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Did u recognize your new edition? That's wrong. There is only you and you and that your fucking doubt.

Although she knows what is intimidating her, she tries to do nothing. She just doesn't want to bother herself to be candid. She was cherishing the problems and loved them. But she felt emptiness too—it's not hard to say she was comforting herself and then wandering around her room. Deadly, she is the problem, and it's her fault. We know that, and she knows that too. But there is a fucking approach in her that makes her think she is exhausted and aimless. She is not. Try to accept the truth😵

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