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“Surprise yourself! Leave your cliché-soul, try another soul! Get out of the designed frontiers you made by yourself around you! Do things which is not you; be someone who behaves totally different than you! May be you will love the new you which is not you more than your usual you!”

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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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