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An artist whose veins bleed ink, whose soul belongs to forgotten books, lost in solitude. http://t.me/HidenChat_Bot?start=1257579897
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I saw her at her worst, still, I desired her
I learned to read her eyes and know when she would lie
I watched her start to hate me 'til she could no longer take me
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«هرروز که میگذرد بیشتر معتقد میشوم که آدمها شخصیت ناپایداری دارند. نمیشود روی ظاهر، لیاقت يا فهم و شعورشان حساب باز کرد.»
