Say a word me!
Come to life every memories!
Memories! Memories will suffer, will worn out
Perhaps, about finding past,
My brain is like empty paper,
I am looking from the peninsula…
A word doesn’t come out from my mouth,
Because nobody are exist.
Memories sulk me, don’t show themselves
Why can’t ı know my personality?
Kayıt Tarihi : 27.4.2020 17:07:00
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