
"in simple times we must take control.
with simple skies we create...more sky.
a simple land we must change...for man...is god.
how fast we grow...
we must move on."
Between the Buried and Me.
When I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish, I wish he'd go away.

1 kelâm:
aman tanrım. yeniden bişiyler yazdıını görmek ne güzel, şarkı sözü olsa da. zaten niye silersin ki eski yazıları ne güzel duruyodu işte.
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