çocukluk yatağımda tatildeyim ,fena halde tembelim
y.
27 Ağustos 2009 Perşembe
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love
never dies a natural death. it dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. it dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
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