‌ : for my dear بغل دستیت – روز اولت

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‌ - Hallway same ceiling, same crack above my bed Coffee stain on my notebook, full of things I never said Bus ride, gray morning, faces stuck in their phones I draw maps in the window to a place I've never known

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I've been counting all the reasons why I'll never touch the sky But there's a fire in the quiet that keeps asking, have you tried? I'm reaching dreams I used to only talk about Hands up high, I'm finally saying it out loud Every little no just turned into a watch me now I'm reaching dreams, I'm reaching dreams They're closer than they ever seemed

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‌‌ ‌‌امروز رفته بودم کتابخونه و دختری که بهم بارتیمیوس رو معرفی کرده بود دیدم و بهش گفتم که کل بارتیمیوس رو خوندم و جدی خیلی خوب بوددد و اونم اینجوری بود که وای بالاخره یکی بهم گوش داد و رفت خوندش و کلا خیلی خوشحال شد⭐️🎀😭