Sweet Torture
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Ongoing, First published Jul 28, 2016
"You didn't love me!"  She screamed with tears falling rapidly down her angel-like face.
"You just didn't want to be alone. Or, maybe, maybe I was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe I made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love me. Because you don't destroy the people you love" and with that she walked out of the door, out of my life. I slowly walked a cross the room to the window and watch her leave me. The pain I felt in my heart was indescribable, I was so heartbroken I could barely breathe.

Guess that's why they call it window pane...

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Hey guys!! This is my first book, I hope you like it. I'll upload every Sunday.

Love Zee
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