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هرکس بدون حضور دیگر / t.me/loyrex

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sometimes I feel like I'm grieving all the lives I almost got to live but I didn't get to.

I'm always grieving for the almosts that I could have, but I never did.

I almost got everything I wanted, I got to taste it on my tongue it's sweetness but I wasn't allowed to have it.

I was always near to things and so far away as well that I could only see a dot in my sight.

I don't fit in. I never did, never wanted to, I'm my own person that the person doesn't even know who is this.

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3:30 tree let down your shriveled hands. grab me tightly for a dance. I don't love this anymore, there is nothing where my heart should be.

1:39 well it's the way you think, you breathe and you talk. when you cut yourself to pieces and bark, I stuck around and tried to hold your head, but you kept me wishing I was dead.

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when a heart hurts way more than a gun, please just take it from me and then run. will my memories get out of here or at the very least what i have to give?

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I stay awake all night for the plot. (the plot in question is thinking to the final stages of insanity)

I'll never sleep peacefully until my bed turns to be my coffin.

I have the Dracula sleep schedule.

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2:50 the cycle continues. why? is this all that's left for me?

1:18 a yearning for the quiet that oblivion gives. the crimson lines, a roadmap of despair. I know it's wrong, I know it's weak. a fleeting moment, a stolen peace.

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I can't sleep at night. I can't sleep. why I can't sleep at night? am I no okay?