I've lost track of time, but I started to count again, all together, it's been twelve years, twelve years Max, that's how long it's been since you have talked to me, since the accident and since Sam has been born.
Twelve long years I've gone without you, the hole in my heart is growing bigger.
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Max
ContoA short story about a guy called Max. lovely cover by @sporadikos ©_unwelcomethoughts 2014
