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“Concentrate not on what drives you to the loneliness but on the wisdom that you will gain in loneliness! When you return back to the crowds, you will be more mature and smarter!”

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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