She knew his feelings for her won't last. She knew from the very start that he will eventually leave, but still she held tightly. She stood tall and unbreakable, for she didn't want to show him her weakest side. She wanted more, but she knew all he could ever give are bits. She accepted, yet she mourned. She mourned because she didn't want that feeling. She didn't want that, but she conformed. She conformed because she was all left without any other option. She was abandoned yet still breathing.
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The Girl
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