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اگزیستانسیال

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hit my wall, full of hate. search the floor, find your grave. i want you to bleed, my hunger to feed. crystal clear, i can taste. you can give what i crave.

از انتخاب بین بد و بدتر خسته شدم. پس کِی بهتر؟

نمیتونم تشخیص بدم که خستگیم با یک خوابِ چند ساعته رفع میشه یا یک تیر در وسط پیشانی‌ام.

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this brain is sick, and it's decaying my body.

when womb is sick, it gives life like a sickness. i'm not sick, but i am the sickness that spreads.

although there's still so much to know, but i prefer to forget all i have known from the beginning till now as well.

i'm at the stage that i wish i didn't know too much. it makes me feel sick to know and feel everything.

imagine there are songs that are older than your parents or their parents, and then there's you, who is trying to find a purpose to live.

2:50 when opera, rock, and punk combine, it makes art-rock.

natur am abend, stille stadt verknackste seele, tränen rennen das alles macht einen mächtig matt und ich tu' einfach weiter flennen.
nature in the evening, a quiet city, a broken soul, tears running down my face. all of this makes me incredibly tired, and i just keep crying.

prompt wird mir jetzt schwer ums herz Ich brauch' nur vögel flattern sehen und fliegt mein blick dann himmelwärts tut auch die seele weh, wie schön.
my heart immediately feels heavy. i only need to see birds fluttering, and when my gaze flies skyward, my soul aches too, how beautiful.

ach, da geht die Sonne unter rot, mit gold, so muss das sein seh' ich auf die straße runter fällt mir mein bekannter ein.
ah, there the sun sets red, with gold, that's how it should be. i look down at the street, and my acquaintance comes to mind.

offenes fenster präsentiert spatzen wolken himmel flattern wind bläst, meine nase friert und paar auspuffrohre knattern
an open window reveals sparrows, clouds, a fluttering sky, a blowing wind, my nose is freezing, and a few exhaust pipes are sputtering.

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the only joy i get from life and the fact of living is that i'm closer to death every day.

is it what being a human intelligence looks like? then i prefer to be a fucking cat or something even dead but not this.

imagine having a hateful brain that gets jealous whenever it finds out you're enjoying your time living.

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