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"Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling. "The sadness here... it’s swallowing you. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand."

"I'm not," he said, his voice cracking. "I'm just asking for a little more time before the lights go out." Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan

The rain in Istanbul didn’t just fall; it blurred the edges of the world, much like the static in Selim’s mind. He sat in a corner of a smoky Galata café, the neon sign outside buzzing a frantic rhythm that matched his pulse. "Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling

"Say something," she whispered, her voice barely rising above the low hum of a radio playing in the kitchen. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand

The radio in the back transitioned to a rhythmic, pulsing beat—Mabel Matiz’s voice drifting through the steam of the espresso machine. “Gitme burdan, sen olmadan ben asla yaşayamam...”