Dead man
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- Parts 3
Ongoing
Last published Fri, Nov 11, 2016
Well how could I start ?
Maybe the day I realised that my brother is a dead man. I mean, he isn't really dead, but his soul.
He looks so strong and self confidend. However, he isn't! Since I konw he is the arrow. Now I see how hard he fights and how he suffers. I really hope, that I can help him, I'll try.
It just hurt to see him in this way.
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