من روز بعدی که میگم دیگه دست به ماشین نمیزنم همین که هست خوبه ( قاب لنتو قرمز کردم )

چرا همه دارن امتحان میدن

اصن یه کسایی دارن امتحان میدن که من سنشونو بالا ۲۵ حدس زده بودم

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Men walk through crowded streets with tired eyes,
Carrying storms they never name out loud.

They wear their scars beneath their shirts,
Smile when they’re expected to,
And keep moving long after the fire is gone.

No one hears the weight in their silence,
No one counts the battles in their heads.

Another day,
Another mask,
Another night spent talking to the dark.