I'm so tired I would prefer absolute death for few days
Multilingual people are the coolest
We're alike, we can only be convinced by ourselves.
And loners always push away other loners.
When you're lost, where you stand is the right direction.
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Actually, we're the ugly one's
No matter what people say, you should always be on your side.
There's no salvation unless you save yourself.
There is no greater repellant than anger
A world of words that tells no story
And does not misanthropy indicate a miserliness of spirit, of the human heart?
Twice in one day this faceless girl had inspired in Kamran a shame so vast he could hardly breathe around it. She'd reached into his chest and broken something essential inside of him, managed it all without even acknowledging his existence. Was Kamran so weak as to be dismantled thus by a stranger? Was he so unworthy?
Apologizing without consideration is abuse as well.
Without warning, her heart began to race.
It was that familiar pinch in her chest, her pulse pounding in her bleeding palms. Her hands shook without warning, petals falling loose from her fists. Alizeh was struck with a frightening need to run from this place, to strip the apron from her body and tear across the city, lungs blazing. She wanted desperately to return home, to fall at her parents' feet and grow roots there, at the base of their bodies. She felt all this in the span of a second, the feeling flooding her with a riotous force and leaving her, in its wake, strangely numb. It was a humbling experience, for Alizeh was again reminded that she had no home, no parents to whom she might return.
She considered, it was probably for the best that she ignore the lot. Better not to think on any of it, better to simply push every day through the pain and the fear until she, too, was finally consumed by eternal darkness. It was a bleak thought for a young woman of eighteen, but she thought it nonetheless: that perhaps only in death might she find the freedom she so desperately sought, for she had long ago given up hope of finding solace in this world.
"I've grown weary of this world, Kamran. My soul is eager to depart. "
Bek Mefem,
Bek Bidem.
The tools who lived in the tool houses probably shouldn't throw stones.
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