اکنون در دسترس! پژوهش تلگرام ۲۰۲۵ — مهمترین بینشهای سال 
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i never listen. i cover my tracks, i'd figure it out anyway. a sudden impulse, a roll of the dice, i think i just threw my life away.
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staring back at me with the red eyes, this time you're gonna regret. salvia visuals tug at heartstrings, people i'd rather forget. i'll leave you, a sinking feeling in your chest to remember me. and then when i slip up, please don't help me.⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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"what a summer" and it was all war, hot burning ass weather, doing absofuckinglutely nothing and rot.
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a whisper in the quiet, a relentless echo telling me im not enough, not quite whole, never were, never will be.
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4:00 just a silhouette against a closing door. always a gap, a fault line running through everything i touch.
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all i can do is stand here, watching pieces of myself scatter in the wind. unable to gather them into anything resembling me.
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this burden they say is mine to carry, but my shoulders are tired. bones screaming under the weight of what’s missing and all i can do?
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just the falling. a slow, deliberate descent into the soft, cold dark. never enough, never quite whole. just a slow, heavy pull ⛓ dragging me down. there’s a dull echo inside, just the echo again🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
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life is going on in a way that i would hire a serial killer to kill a list of ppl and at the end, myself.
