good old people come to the interests of a life of bad people come to the day comes to work you do not want to live income you do not want to live income you do not want to live in a conflict with your mind you go into conflict with the order to distribute hatred you grudge the body you do not notice, but you want to kill what you want to kill what you want Maybe you're the victim of the killer order?
ilk baxışda vuruldum,
gözlerine baxanda men
başın eyib utananda
utanışına vuruldum men
bezen asta bezen yavaş
Devamını Oku
gözlerine baxanda men
başın eyib utananda
utanışına vuruldum men
bezen asta bezen yavaş




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