There have been nearly six months passed from the day he lost his life... Almost six months equal to a life time. He lives like a dead man. Nothing can replace the loss. Whiskey and smoke aren't the plain death. Love kills! Lost, betrayed love... The worst disease is the broken heart! Dark red eyes, dark feelings and dark nights. Love is his death! Every minute passes through a dying life.. with no mercy, no hope, not a single human feeling.
Now he is a different man. Caring only for to an end of...
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