He was always afraid of fighting.
Neither one-on-one nor collectively.
He was always beaten by people in the back street.
And the ones on the upper street too.
In every fight, something from his soul was lost.
He did not tell others to fight.
Hayat, mayat diyorlar
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Takınsam, kanat, manat;
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