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دوستان من فردا از تمام اکانت هایی که باهاشون دیلی دارم یا تو گپ هستم یا رول دارم و هرچیزی لاگ اوت میکنم
چون به طرز وحشتناکی برنامه کارهام فشرده شده و واقعا غیرمنتظره بود برام
اینکه کی برمیگردم مشخص نیست، احتمالا وقتایی مثل بعد از امتحان ترم یک یا بعد از کنکور (فکرشم نمیکردم اینو بگم) بیام.
شاید اینجا پستی چیزی گذاشتم، اون یا رو تایمر بوده یا اون لحظه اومدم و گذاشتم، اگر پیوی ها یا گپ ها رو سین نزدم بدونید قصد بدی ندارم.
خلاصه که، اگه فرمایشی چیزی هست بفرمایید در خدمتم.
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این پیام رو فور کنید چنلتون تا من براساس وایبی که بهم میدید براتون یه کارکتر everskies درست کنم
_ممکنه یکم طول بکشه
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لازم به ذکره که این مطلب درمورد هموطن های عزیزم که مثل الواط های مفت خور تو زندگیشون هیچ کاری نمیکنن هم صدق میکنه.
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من خواهر تو نیستم، تو اومدی تو شهر من و شغل هموطن منو غصب کردی، همچنان انقدر رو داری که برای ایرانی ها قیافه بگیری. You're gonna pay for that, yk
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Wish I was mentally stable so I could tell that people are not treating me properly but they are actually being just terrified because I can't be what I expected myself to show
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You're made of plastic, I'm just blood When I was born, you were produced I wish I was a toy You say, "Hahahahahaha" And you laugh And I cry Half of my heart is in your chest I'm not a mama's boy I'd go see Italy I'd go see Tuscany If you could come with me
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The world of pretenders is a labyrinth of deception and falsehood, its winding corridors filled with those who wear masks of deceit. Each step I take through their tangled web of lies only serves to ensnare me further, trapping me in the suffocating grip of their deceit. Every word they utter, every gesture they make, all designed to manipulate and control. In this realm of illusions, I feel myself slowly losing my sense of self, drowning in the sea of falsehoods that surround me. Yet even amidst the chaos and confusion, I cling to the faint hope that true love and authenticity still exist somewhere, waiting to be discovered and cherished
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Life, once brimming with hope and wonder, now seems as distant and lifeless as the void itself. Every fiber of my being seems to be slowly sapped, as the very purpose and passion that once fueled my existence has been mercilessly drained away. With every passing day, I am left hollow and vacant, struggling to comprehend how the vibrant world around me has become so bleak and desolate. Despair and anguish weigh heavily upon my heart, leaving me questioning if there is any flicker of hope left to cling to in the abyss of existence.
