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ببخشید توی ذهنم خیلی خنده‌دار بود

i really want to be a writer. i really want to write something. a story. a novel. a script. i really want to create fictional characters that would be able to save people. i want my words to be seen and to be read. even if it’s only one person. one person that would love it and would cry and laugh and gasp at the plot twists. i wanna leave a trace of my existence after i die not because i was proud of my life, but because i wasn’t and it was still okay to live. i want to tell people we get lost just to find our way again. i wanna write about suicidal tendencies and mental struggles and depression and i wanna use roughly graphic metaphors to prove people that the things we don’t see are the strongest things ever. i want people to ask me for my autograph not because i’m famous, because i made an impact on their lives. i’m not a hero and i want to prove that villains can save people too just in their own ways. i wanna drink people’s tears like blood and bite onto their pain like flesh. i wanna taste the darkest side of people’s life and turn them into poetry. i really want to be a writer, but i’m afraid it’s only another vanishing dream that i will never reach just because i’m not like that.

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