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7 aydır yoksun, umarım iyisindir. 

Kaç ay oldu farkında mısın, ne yapıyorsun?

Gel be. 

so we open the door and we die a bit more, we`re in love with with death and we die on and on

so sensually carved and bleeding until you're dead and gone

your skin makes me cry

and i know my weak prayers are not enough to heal, the ancient wounds so deep and so dear, the revelation is of hatred and fear