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ﺑﺪ ﺷﺪﻩ اﻳﻢ ...
اﺯﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﺑﻪ ﻗﺮﺑﺎﻧﺖ ﺑﺮﻣﻬﺎﻱ ﺗﺎﻱپي ...
ﺑﻪ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺖ ﺩاﺭﻡ ﻫﺎﻱ اﺱ اﻡ اﺳﻲ ..
ﺑﻪ ﻋﺎﺷﻘﺘﻢ ﻫﺎﻱ ﻓﻴﺲ ﺑﻮﻛﻲ ﻻﻳﻨﻲ ﻭﻳﭽﺘﻲ ﻭاﻳﺒﺮﻱ....
ﺑﺪ ﺷﺪﻩ اﻳﻢ..
اﺯ ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﻫﺮﻛﺪاﻡ اﺯ ﻛﺎﻧﺘﻜﺖ ﻫﺎي ﻟﻴﺴﺘﻤﺎﻥ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﻧﻮﺷﺖ...
**ﻗﻠﺐ ﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺮﺥ ** ﺭا ﺭﻭاﻧﻪ ﺗﻜﺴﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ و ﻋﺸﻘﻢ وﻋﺰﻳﺰﻡ و ﮔﻠﻢ ﺻﺪاﻳﺶ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ..
ﻓﺮﻗﻲ ﻫﻢ ﻧﻤﻴﻜﺮﺩ ﻛﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ
ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻛﻠﻤﺎﺕ ﺩﻡ ﻭﺩﺳﺘﻤﺎﻥ ﺗﺮﻓﻨﺪ ﻣﺎ ﺷﺪ..
ﻛﻠﻤﺎﺗﻲ ﻛﻪ ﻣﻘﺪﺳﻨﺪ ﻣﻌﺠﺰﻩ ﻣﻴﻜﻨﻨﺪ ..اﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ اﻥ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺳﺖ و پاي ...
ﻓﺮﻗﻲ ﺑﺮاﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﻧيﻤﻜﺮﺩ اﺯ ﭼﻪ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ...
اﺯ ﭼﻪ ﺟﻨﺴﻲ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ..
ﻓﻘﻄ اﻳﻨﻜﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪو ﺩﻣﻲ ﺑﮕﺬاﺭﺩ .. ﺑﺮاﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﻛﻔﺎﻳﺖ ﻛﺮﺩ ..
ﺑﺪ ﺷﺪﻩ اﻳﻢ ..
اﺯ ﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﻛﻪ ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪ ﺯﺩﻩ اﻳﻢ و ﺑﻮﺳﻴﺪﻳﻤﻮ ﻧﻮاﺯﺵ,ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ...
و اﻧﺴﻮﻱ ﻣﺎﺟﺮا پﻳﭽﻴﺪﻳﻢ و پﻳﭽﺎﻧﺪﻳﻢ ..
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ﺑﻪ ﺯﺭﻧﮕﻲ ﺧﻮﺩﻣﺎﻥ ﺁﻓﺮﻳﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﻴﻢ ...
ﺣﺎﻝ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﻫﺎﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺏ ﻧﻴﺲ ...
اﻳﻦ ﺭﻭﺯ ﻫﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ اﻳﻢ ﻣﺮﮒ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺭا ﺟﺸﻦ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻳﻢ ...
ﺩﺭﺩ ﻧﺎك اﺳﺖ ﺣﺎﻝ و ﺭﻭﺯماﻥ ...
ﺩﺭﺩ ﻣﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﻣﺎﻥ ﻣﻴﺨﻮاﻫﺪ ...
.........ﻛﻤﻲ ﺻﺪاﻗﺖ. ......
..........ﻛﻤﻲ ﺷﻬﺎﻣﺖ ......
.........ﻓﻘﻄ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ......... ...
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