اکنون در دسترس! پژوهش تلگرام ۲۰۲۵ — مهمترین بینشهای سال 
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نمیدونم در زندگی قبلیم چه گوهی خوردم که به این روز افتادم. کاش میدونستم تا توی این زندگی هم انجامش بدم.
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talking about your problems is the same as jumping off a bridge and taking the full fall damage experience.
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5:08 dripping all over the floor I would drag myself outside, as I open the front door the sun captures my weary face. the weight comes off when I let go. it's so strange, being able to feel nothing.
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2:59 where I could see my master's thorns. I'd start peeling the skin off his cheeks and scratch his eyes until he could no longer see. the blood dripping on the white sheets of my bed.
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0:55 / there's a starving beast inside my chest, playing with me until he's bored. then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh. crawling his way out, he rips open old wounds. when I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table, its blade reflects my determined face to plant it in my chest. and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins. hollow me out, I want to feel empty.
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من به صبر کردن عادت کردم. اونقدر ایستادم که زیر پام علف که سهله، جنگلهای بارانخیزِ استوایی سبز شده.
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من معجونها، خوراکیها و نوشیدنیهای زیادی رو در زمان کودکیم اختراع کردم که اگر تخمش رو داشتم و امتحانشون میکردم، دیگه نیازی نبود این متن رو بنوسیم و با شما به اشتراک بذارم.
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I am an experimental person and because of that, I'm going to mix every pill I found in the house to see how it works. let's hope for the best!
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"we saw no signs" and I was literally talking to the kitchen knife to convince him to stab me accidentally 28 times.
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a face open, without shadow. I see the cracks forming beneath the skin. the inevitable fracture I couldn’t divine. an internal frost creeping over the landscape of what was. I built this lens, I painted this distortion, a slow poison. no moment escapes the laughter, now hollow the light, diffused through a perpetual haze, just decaying. and as I pull each fragment carving away the innocence, the very act of recalling is an act of destruction as I watch my memories burn.
