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Oct 2013
Living the last day of vita, the last drop of misery
There is no love story in my mind
No memory, either.
Only the things unexperienced
Which they thwart to do
I couldn't go to the far end of the world
Or make anyone latch on to me
Who banned?
What is wrong?
What does family means, we'll die, already
Living the last day of vita, the last drop of misery
Written by
Kubilay Demir  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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