آوای‌جنگل‌‌تاریک𓍊

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A quiet afternoon, a cold drink, a good book and nowhere else I’d rather be.

ما نویسنده‌ایم، عزیزم. ما اشک نمی‌ریزیم، روی کاغذ خون گریه می‌کنیم!

نویسنده‌ای که از نوشته‌هاش خون جاری میشه...

فقط کافیه به خودت بیای تا یادت بیفته که تو نویسنده‌ای هستی که قلمش با احساساتش در هم آمیخته شده، درد رو به آغوش کشیده تا اشک‌هاش جوهر قلمش بشه. و خون، از ذره‌ذره نوشته‌هاش چکه می‌کنه تا خواننده رو مجذوب واقعیت کنه!

Hard To Kill — Beth Crowley All alone Why do I need friends when I've got Plenty of enemies? I have a way Of finding out their sins and secrets Bringing them to their knees (Ah) the world owes me a debt (Ah) and now I've come to collect (Ah) so, don't get in my way I came up from nothing The streets were my playground I belong to the city And was raised on the stakes I claimed So I let the rumors Turn me into a legend 'Cause I'm only human But a good myth is hard to kill (A good myth is hard to kill) Maybe I'm Too obsessed with retribution Somebody has to pay By the time You figure out the rules I broke I've already won the game (Ah) the world owes me a debt (Ah) and now I've come to collect (Ah) so don't get in my way I came up from nothing The streets were my playground I belong to the city And was raised on the stakes I claimed So I let the rumors Turn me into a legend 'Cause I'm only human But a good myth is hard to kill Hard to kill A good myth is hard to kill Hard to kill A good myth is hard to kill The odds are stacked against me I keep my cards close to my chest Just let 'em see my worst and They'll never judge me for my best (Ah) the world owes me a debt (Ah) and now I've come to collect (Ah) so don't get in my way I came up from nothin The streets were my playground I belong to the city And was raised on the stakes I claimed So I let the rumors Turn me into a legend 'Cause I'm only human But a good myth is hard to kill

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.