We always assume that no matter how busy our lives are... people we met will always be there. We can always return to the place and catch up from where we left off. Sometimes, we take for granted the good times we shared and ... will always be there... because we are all so young... he's still so young....
Yet he died of a heart attack at the age of 34. How can this be life? Isn't one suppose to die only at old age? Death... you took another one...
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