اکنون در دسترس! پژوهش تلگرام ۲۰۲۵ — مهمترین بینشهای سال 
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I used to look at you being filled by the desire to live, but all I can see now is nothing. you're empty. like a glass of no wine in it, a flower without any water in its veins, a cigarette without tobacco in its roll. you're empty.
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pretty boy, consumed by death, with the holes in his sneakers and his eyes all over me.
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I knew it was love when I rode home crying, thinking of you fucking other girls. but when you said that you're in love, I never wondered if you're sure.
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you'd be a writer if he didn't leave all his hell for you, saying if you could you'd leave it all.
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built my walls so well that no one can get in, but now no one can smell my body decaying either.
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i feel like the last look out of the window that i would never be able to be behind it.
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it's sometimes just hard. there's no excuse for it, you can't go on, you're stuck, you rot, and you die cuz of it.
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2:51 it's repeating like the things I do, repeating like the things you seem to. it's repeating like the things you seem to, repeating like a disappointment.
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can you feel me? pin me, who're you up against? you didn't take my word, it's turning ugly. cause like father, you wish you could be like him. there is so many things I wish I didn't care to do.
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I woke up seething, I hope I don't need it. I do wish I could make a sound. broken pieces, I'm unlucky. I'll tell you, they could say the same.
