he writes about life. he writes about people. he knows that the life is a cadre which surrounds people. he doesn't know life is good or bad, nothing or everything, fortunate or unfortunate but life exists.

When you are alone you don't have a bio because you don't exist for others!

I know just a thing about myself: I'm worthless. I know, no, I'm sure that no one bless me, no one await me, no one like or love me, no one hate me , no one care me, no one talk to me, no one call me, no one remember me, no one makes me to smile, no one makes me to cry.

this is my bio, my past, my present, my future if there is a real future!

I'm nothing.

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