If this time, if the purpose
To just to go home,
I am not mad in the slightest
To the bus won’t come!
I became in love to the idea of the freedom
One more time,
In this Office!
Let me go, you all please
I just wanna go home!
On foot, by running, by bus…
I just wanna go home, just home.
As if to put out a fire
Just with that desire,
I just wanna go home, just home!
Kayıt Tarihi : 8.6.2022 13:17:00
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Berbat bir patron vardi. Digerleri gibi bu gercek te ortaya cikti. Ta o zamanlardan megerse, takip ve tacizcinin adami imis. I had a supervisor who was working on behalf of the stalker.
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