Regret: The Mafia's Break Even

Regret: The Mafia's Break Even

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Life's the opposite of how you want it to be. It's chaotic, dangerous, and a heartbreaking life experience. It may be that hard, But somehow, Just somehow, You could still find it's most rare, unexplainable, wonderful moment and experience you can't ever want to loose and you just want to hold on. But life's too cruel. What if... You and He will break-up? More importantly, Breaking up with a Mafia Boss? Would you rather face death for him and fight? Or face life and let go with a shallow and lifeless life? What if He won't let you go? He would fight for you no matter what the circumstances is? He would rather die than both of you being apart? Would you still continue and fight? Or move on and forget? Would you tore him apart? Or love him above all? This or Regret? The Mafia's Break Even. "Choices are bound to make your life either lucky or regretful."
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