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I loved yet I was treated like an animal but animal was an understatement, I was treated like a lifeless thing. Nothingness that causes my greatest break down.
I bear him but his mind was corrupted with hatred. A child that I genuinely loved since the time he first saw the world.
But beyond those hatred and maltreatment they still took a massive place in my heart.
We greatly loved each other. I forgot him. He hated me. I bore his child. And both of them hated me to death. But I still love them even my mind forgot but in my heart they will fill the emptiness of me....
Goodbye.
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