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A beautiful woman with long black wavy hair, sparkling black cat eye that seems to tease everyone existence, skin that's white and soft as snow, with pink lips and cheek that makes her delicate and breathtaking.
a slender waist that compliment with her long hair, pair with a long slender legs.
she seem to be a beautiful painting that too unreal to be true. success and wealth chase after her except good health.
One beautiful evening that beautiful woman is panting on her bed, tear glistening her eyes that full of long term suffering.
her slender finger grip the white sheet near her pillow, her lip gasping for air while her whole body tremble in every turn.
"mom, dad. . . . . . . . . .I love you" nothing but sweet whisper through the air in an empty wide room. next door all her loved one sleeps in peace.
not long after closing her beautiful trembling eyes, no longer want to fight more than her 31 year existence with long term pain and suffering. Tired and sleepy, finally, she thought.
I can also now rest. Contented and happy. smile grace her once pink lips now turn purply white. eyes lashes no longer trembling lay like a fan resting.
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