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the back district

i cried, my tears turned into a sea
 
i couldn't tell my sufferings to anybody
 
although i was shot with bullets in the back district (literally, when i came to bullets. "mahle" is short way of saying "mahalle")
 
and i fell onto the ground i didn't say ouch! once
 
i couldn't tell you what'd happened to me
 
how many times they'd beaten/hit me
 
i didn't tell your name
 
may your house be ruined
 
i cried, my tears fell into the fire
 
but i couldn't put out this fire
 
i wrote you inside me in screams
 
i couldn't make your face smile even once
 
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Arka Mahalle

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