The horse was shot; my insides are torn apart, Rüveyda. I hid my faults behind the shadows. You seem to be smiling indifferently there. I'm melting away here, drop by drop. Still, I can't let anyone trample my pride. I quietly leave a place where I'm not wanted. I leave my soul as a reminder. Like a sorrowful dervish, I bow down and leave.
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