A bad reputation ...
Once I met a man, very young and very wild. He had a bad reputation... Many souls were lost in his path and he never dare to look behind, terrible young man indeed he was, sadly he had a glamorous reflection to deceive everyone...
Now the years have passed and he grow old and gray, and all what he knew in like was dust and vain, and when he remmembers what could be and it is not, he cries alone...sometimes I see him, when I dare to look on a twisted mirror...
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