Survival of the Broken Heart
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It smelled like death and broken heart. While death reached for him with it's thick claws ripping his skin. There wasn't Luke anymore. It was only outer shell of him, death trapped him in it's soul and left me clueless. It all started and ended with one simple night. The night that turned my world upside down. The night that Luke died and I met Simon.
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