<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>نوشته های Helena</title><link>https://virgool.ir/feed/@m_83241566</link><description></description><language>fa</language><pubDate>2026-11-11 10:49:26</pubDate><image><url>https://virgool.ir/images/default-avatar.jpg</url><title>Helena</title><link>https://virgool.ir/@m_83241566</link></image><item><title>Born to be a WOMAN.</title><link>https://virgool.ir/@m_83241566/born-to-be-a-woman-qvbznm5jwzig</link><description>Thought it was just me,Sitting in a bathtub, trying to drown my head under the water to just feel something.Something real.The only thing that makes me feel better is water trying to swallow my soul and shatter my bleeding heart.I bleed blueness out from my darkened soul.there are no wings anymore.I don’t wanna be a poem anymore.Wanna sneak into dirt.Nothing can make me pure.Nothing can make me love.Love purifies.And i lost the pieces into hate.Make me awake and save me from the crows inside my stomach.I can’t wait to bleed and die.I’m glad that when this world passes me by, I’m going away as a human; the angel who had lost her wings to pray.She prayed and prayed..for the drunken raven that was eating her flesh and bones alive.And she never got forsaken nevertheless she was happy to end like a worthless dirt.</description><category>Helena</category><author>Helena</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2026 18:10:35 +0330</pubDate></item></channel></rss>