The end. Is this my moment of closure. Finally knowing I was nothing but a warm body to her. I think this is it. I can't find any emotion but hate related to her. I love the memories that I have of her but everything else doesn't matter. I hate her. The end.
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Poesíalove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...