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به احترام دخترانی که نامشان با شجاعت و خاطره درآمیخت، و به عشق دخترانی که آینده ایران را خواهند ساخت...
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Come anyway Say you're clean, you like it that way You got a new boy He keeps it light, you like it that way Who cares anyway Oh lord I remember the days And all those nights When you wanted so much more Cathy, don't wait too long We're no longer making time Forever we'll be Together, we breathe No longer for too run Come anyway Come on down in your Blue eyed way Comes and it goes You come around and I don't know why Just lovers and life Common ground, Yeah there's no surprise Just holding your arms Holding on till the fear, It goes Cathy, don't wait too long We're no longer making time Forever we'll be Together, we breathe No longer for too run Who cares anyway Oh Lord, I remember those days And all those nights Holding on till the fear, it goes
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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
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Sure, I have time.
I always have time for my favorite one, for you.
Sure, whatever you need, whatever you need dear.
🤍🤍🤍🤍
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“Listen dear, I'm a very observant person. So if you think I didn't notice, I did. I just decided to keep quiet.”
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“You handled it so well.”
“No, I didn’t. I went insane. Lost my spark. I bled in silence. I shattered alone. And wore a smile that lied better than any mask ever could. I cried behind closed doors. I questioned my worth. I screamed into pillows so no one would hear. I carried weight that wasn’t mine to hold, and pretended it didn’t crush me. I didn’t handle it. I stumbled through it. I broke, rebuilt, and broke again. I showed up when my soul wanted to disappear. I survived it, not because I was strong, but because giving up was never an option.”
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“I don’t fantasize about having the perfect life. I just think about waking up somewhere safe. I think about having a pretty kitchen and a nice green armchair. Books on shelves. Tea always brewing. I could be happy with something simple and quiet. Is this so much to ask?”
- She Is The Poem, June Bates
