- شنبه ۲۵ فروردين ۰۳
- ۰۱:۱۵
باید شعر بخونم.
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نگاه کن. سال نو شده و حالا ۲۵ روز از همان نو شدن می‌گذره. نگاه کن گذر زمان رو. چه جوانی؟ چه جوانی! درهم‌خمیده، درهم‌پیچیده. تهوعش می‌گیره و دوباره به صفحه‌های باز گوگل کروم لعنتی نگاه می‌کنه. سرگیجه می‌گیره و هیچ از دستش بر نمیاد. به روان‌شناسش هم گفته دیگه نمی‌خواد جلسات رو ادامه بده. چه جوانی؟
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It feels like ages ago when our paths first crossed. I still recall the enigma that surrounded you, the way you gazed at me as though I were something sacred, almost otherworldly. Looking back, I see the person I fell deeply for. There was nothing that could tarnish your admiration for me. But tonight, I'm gripped by a sense of melancholy. Every action carries a weight of guilt, as if I've fallen from grace and become grounded, earthbound. Now, everything I touch seems tainted, like I've become nothing more than a burden—to both you and myself. Such misery, such profound misery my dear.
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