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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: One last note, without a title
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! One last note, without a title. Tonight I realized, in a burning moment of clarity:. I have lost my soul. Don't know where she is wandering. Like a shadow that does not belong to an incarnate being. Don't know if she ever returns,. But have to get used to living without her. No more doubts of being or not being. No more thoughts of leaving or staying. No more can I hear her complains. Now that I have nowhere to go,. I'll be wandering in this town, too. A cUp oF mY SoLitUdE.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: Do you still feel the pain?
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! Do you still feel the pain? اين از آن قصه هايي نيست كه تو دوست داشته باشي بشنوي. پس ديگر اصرار نكن برايت بگويم. وقتي درخبايان برف مي بارد. وتوي كلبه ي روشن. مادر بزرگ براي بچه ها قصه مي گويد. هميشه در آن حوالي. يك نفر را پيدا خواهي كرد. كه دماغش را به شيشه چسبانده و آتش را نگاه مي كند. كه پشت در مي ماند. بيرون پشت پنجره تنها مانده ام. يك كبريت ديگر روشن مي كنم. او حتي پيش از تمام شدن كبريتهايش مرده بود. اين از آن قصه هايي نيست كه تو دوست داشته باشي بشنوي.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! Just because it fits again. Posted by Pegah, 17:08. I'm still alright to smile:). View my complete profile. Ahmadinejad president of iran. A cUp oF mY SoLitUdE. Echoes Of Silent Cries. 1604;يست وبلاگهاي دانشجويان.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: Open your eyes wide, to see a moment of clarity
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! Open your eyes wide, to see a moment of clarity. I would come up with something poetic. An impressive line maybe, with creative metaphors and allegories. You don't need to stretch your imagination that much to hear what I say. It's in the air we breathe. It's on the other side of that window we have covered cowardly with blinds. Just look around: this world is drowning. I simply don't know and don't care at this point. Posted by Pegah, 14:01. I'm still alright to smile:).
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: It kills me when my train leaves without me
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! It kills me when my train leaves without me. Happens once in a while. Between fluctuations from pain to analgesia. You leave without leaving. Your days are all lost. And you are totally gone,. To all the places you crave to be. A melancholic autumn light leaks through the window-panes. And gently sits on everything. Makes it unbearably nostalgic. Am i going to wake up some time? In the midst of ruins,. While my unfitted smile is still lingering on my face,. Life is pure,.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: Sunday morning and the autorepeat mode
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! Sunday morning and the autorepeat mode. Mental health is the power to overcome the fear and frustration. A potential risk of heart attack-. Which arises between the short, deep silence break after the songs ends,. And before it starts over. A purr of a pigeon. To break the still of day. Posted by Pegah, 09:27. I'm still alright to smile:). View my complete profile. Ahmadinejad president of iran. A cUp oF mY SoLitUdE. Echoes Of Silent Cries.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: when something is broken, and she tries to fix it
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! When something is broken, and she tries to fix it. Sticking to my old belief. That everything should end not far after its peak. That you should leave people while you still care for them. And you should leave any land while there are still a few spots that make you feel deeply happy and a few people that you respect their existence. Even your own life? The ocean makes me cry from deep inside. The mountains are kind and supportive. It all seems so familiar.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: Beyond good and evil, into better through worse
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! Beyond good and evil, into better through worse. Dealing with the transformation applied to my spiky, coordinate discriminating norm, I'm sick with the paradoxical headache of getting closer and closer to people, while feeling more and more distant and aloof. Posted by Pegah, 20:00. I'm still alright to smile:). View my complete profile. Ahmadinejad president of iran. A cUp oF mY SoLitUdE. Echoes Of Silent Cries.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: End-of-November Evening
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! Insultingly simple causes, often deliberately ignored as we analyze their painfully intricate effects with our far lost faith in causality. This irrationality will overwhelm you, one evening when you are staring at the low frequency movements of the. Through the window, trying hard to concentrate on your heavily ignored chores. And you spill the coffee on your whole existence for the 1000th time. I'll be the strong one, with all this well-defined new rules.
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!: humilation
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Its dark, so we shan’t be seen! آوازی از دوردست ها می آید. مانند رویایی دست نیافتنی. دست نیافتنی تر ازانسان برای خویش. کسی فریاد می کشید. شاید به اندازه ی من وقتی شبها،. صدای پوسیدن مغزم را می شنوم. به اندازه من وقتی هر بار قلبم. بر رد خطوط پیشین می شکند. در پی صدایی که ترا بالا می برد. به جستجوی آنچه بر زمینت کوبید. کاش مثل دردی که در گلویم پیچیده. هر جای این دنیا رهایم می کردند. به خانه ام باز می. نه هرگز مانند این زمان. Posted by Pegah, 10:00. I'm still alright to smile:). View my complete profile.
