سه‌شنبه، فروردین ۲۰، ۱۳۸۷

I hate those who disappear when they get married,
I hate those who say "get lost" politely,
I hate those who come back into my life without even remembering what they had said the last time we met and call me "dear",
I hate those who think anything can be said softly.

...

But still, when I wake up and the dream is over, I am me again. Not thinking about any of "those", and just careless.

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