Since she had left him, he felt as if he had no reason to live. She was his world you see, what would he do without her? As he sits in his now empty house looking at old pictures, remembering the times that they had had, he starts to cry realizing that not only has she left him, but also she has left the world. “What kind of world is this if there is no Strength left in it?”
-Tatijanna Loureiro
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