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Old, dreaming of a man who is quite far behind ... Üçyüzaltmışbeş then one day in the past. No wonder not obtained, as if my fingers are still avuçlarında. My fingers, on the lines of fate: 'a long, long road there' ...

Now I see that the roads çıkmazlarında avuçlarında step, the name on my lips, your lips are still on my forehead as if it ...
My heart is empty, walk on the pavements. With every step we take, a man ... I do not see even five hours toplasan
Breaking down the walls of my soul, inside of me screaming the name of one of the high-decibel. Flickering in my mind a figure of folds, üçyüzaltmışbeş ...

To consume plenty of myself, I've created a new me. After that I will die every 27 December. Commemorate the name of an overdose, will be the most violent, suicidal actions ...