Little dark age🏳️‍🌈 انتقال داده شده

گند بزنن هر کسی ک این برنامه امتحانی رو ریخته♡

Weren't words made to be spoken? But my choice was to take the time,to wait for you silently How come I waited this long For your eyes to see? #♡

You see, but you do not observe. The devil is in the details! Remain observant of everything around you. A problem may be simple at first glance but it's the finer details that hold the key to solving it

Day 9= He was corrupted by his demon None knew what type of mystery he was A being with no soul Still, his single existence shined like the sun He was bright but too dangerous to get close He was drowned in a pool of his thoughts He was too wise for his age He knew much more Than he had to Than he wanted to Than he deserved to Than he even knew Cause He was there When he did have to be there So he started to get distance from others ,his behavior was unknown; one time he was a sunshine but it didn't take much time for his mood to change and this difference was something not everyone could bear with At the end he was left alone in the darkness, no real friends, no real feelings, no real life, no real mind He was something that could lighten the world But the world failed in understanding him And the price Was something only he could pay

Have you told all those lies you wanted to hear to yourself cause no one cared enough to even lie to you? Have you finally seen the world you live in? In this world people don't care about you,they ignore , they go and leave you behind after they use you And all they taught us was how to be like them So we started ignoring, we started bottling up,killing our emotions Only so we could feel safe #♡

-Day 8= Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again But the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. why? Because the storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. Thats the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. #♡

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One society's power is related to the knowledge they hold And when a society reaches knowledge, they wouldn't stay quiet But the other way more you know More you see And lots will be discovered

Curiosity is an element of success a person with no Enthusiasm is destined to be alone in its own zone An improvement takes effort but I'm so curious someday my curiosity will kill me #♡

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