97. # You say this is suicide? I say this is a war.

«It's been raining since you left me, now I'm drowning in the flood, you see I've always been a fighter but without you I give up.
Now your pictures that you left behind, are just memories of a different life, some that made us laugh, some that made us cry.
Well there ain't no luck in this loaded dice, but If they give us a chance, we can pack up our old dreams and our old lives, we'll find a place where the sun still shines.» C.