باید کوه بود و دل نبست

Oh, what a valiant roar What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I'm combing through the braids of lies "I'll never leave," "Never mind" Our field of dreams engulfed in fire Your arson's match, your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life

I can't find a pulse anymore but I survived the great war

Worth living

زندگی عالیی

جغرافیا نه من میفهمم چی میگی نه خود مؤلف میفهمه چی نوشته

If جغرافیا has a million haters, then I am one of them. If it has 10 haters, then I am one of them. If it has one hater, that’s me. If it has no haters, that is because I am dead. If all possible worlds are for جغرافیا, I am against all the worlds.

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