I am damaged and this city that we dont understand any of the same like the back and on the coin for the concept of my I am ugly You are badly denied Both busy tolerance I am forced to insist I Nima and my eyes I have no more and more. I made I am a hated that I felt bad everywhere Algebra my creation is a mistake Crying me and me Parvin and Parvins death My death someday The day after this I am fucking my bitter ink And the chronic peace I and the sick efforts I dont want to be simple not at the expense of being good I was not as ugly.
