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"you're sick" actually worse, i need both of us to suffer and die like a stray street wounded dog.

scream for me, scream from the top of your lungs. show me how much pain and suffering is hidden in your chest.

i love men in pain. it's just so good to see a human being drowned in his misery.

i can't make you understand by using this cheap words, come inside me instead and look for the answers you willing to know.

to live a life is to not having a purpose for it. if you have one, you're just simply alive.

i never looked for a purpose in life bc it's so meaningless to look for something that doesn't even exist anymore.

how my brain acts for a small inconvenience:

the ghost of you still haunts me daily, though i act like you're not there. dig a hole inside my skull, wait for the November cold.

i didn't know i was drowning until i tried to scream. i didn't know i was broken until i wanted to change.

تنها rainایی که توی November میتونه بباره، بارشِ بگایی‌عه.

نئاندرتال‌ها یه چیزی میدونستن که توی غار پناه میگرفتن.

اصلا عزیزم شما خوب من بد. من گوه. من خاک بر سر. من هر صفتِ منفی‌ایی که در کیهان وجود داره.

من این موضوع که هر کس آدم بدِ داستان یک شخص دیگه‌ست رو قبول ندارم. بهرحال تو یه گوهی خوردی که من باهات بد شدم یا نه؟

1:41 the ghost engrossed, through you they glow. i'll sink, you'll float. run from me, i'Il be by myself.

the ghost engrossed, through you they glow. i'll sink, you'll float. run from me, i'Il be by myself.