Prologue

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He has nothing to crave

He has no boundaries to cross

He has no territory to lead

He has no rules to break

He has no fear to face

And he has no feelings to treasure .

He plays with guns, like it's his favourite toy.

He stunts his bike , like there is no tomorrow .

He races his cars , like it's his heaven.

He smokes the cigarettes, like it's the air he breathes .

He snorts the drugs , like it's his pleasant life.

He may be blinded by all these that he forgot what was happening around him.Or he just wanted to be blind to forget what has happened . Either way there is always something behind all these .. May be a mystery that has to be unfolded.

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