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هرکس بدون حضور دیگری / t.me/loyrex

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i'm probably lost, but the yearn for not being found is killing me.

no amount of guilt can solve the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.

i've searched for so long that i lost the main idea i was looking for.

i don't know what am i desire for.

we all feed on tragedy, it's like blood to a vampire. vicariously, i live while the whole world dies, much better you than i.

5:40 credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men. pull your head on out your hippie haze and give a listen, shouldn't have to say it all again. the universe is hostile, so impersonal. devour to survive, so it is, so it's always been.

blood like rain come down, drum on grave and ground. part vampire, part warrior, carnivore and voyeur. stare at the transmittal, sing to the death rattle.

why can't we just admit it? we won't give pause until the blood is flowing. neither the brave nor bold nor brightest of stories told, we won't give pause until the blood is flowing.

2:20 cause i need to watch things die from a distance. vicariously, i live while the whole world dies. you all need it too, don't lie.

eye on the TV cause tragedy thrills me. whatever flavor it happens to be like "killed by the husband" "drowned by the ocean" "shot by his own son" "she used a poison in his tea then kissed him goodbye" that's my kind of story. it's no fun till someone dies.

i'm too fucked for this world that i can't even figure out my purpose.

6:11 i've been waiting till death for so many years. i am writing my own ending. god's version? i don't accept, it's way too cruel.

for those who died, i am coming soon my dears. i don't belong to this life anymore, i am packing my memories to meet you all.

for those who left, i wish you misfortune for the life to come. for the pain you dig inside, for leaving all these pages empty. why did you leave?