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as she sat on her porch as she looked down. all she wanted is someone to hug her and to tell her its all okay all she could do is cry her heart out of the pain and the hut she had .she wanted someone to love her .all she wanted is to run .but she she felt like needed to break somethings that she held close to her heart .as she went to her kitchen she broke a couple of plates but that did not satisfy her . so she took everything he gave her and destroyed it . . she broke down and now she is in fear of losing him for good. she she was in so much of a rage that if you would touch her , you would feel how hot she is. he had a hold on her that her heart wouldn't let him go . the one time she looked through his mobile phone and saw another girl texting him , she felt like she was stabbed .she looked into the dictionary to see if love and pain are in the same category . after that she left to get some patbingsoo to help her ease her pain.

She looked to the mirror, she was crying. Every time she saw something that reminded her that he was cheating on her. She would unconsciously cry, she hated it. She staggered towards the table. She tried to grab the plate with the patbingsoo on it but her arms were weak so it dropped onto the floor. Every night, she would always hug and cry herself to sleep. She crouched down and started to cry, she hugged her knees close to her chest.

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There she was, yet again, seated by the windowsill of her room, looking out the window. The fear of not being enough is no longer in question. All that remains now is the doubt; if love is still enough or is it still worth all the pain. The sun is shining hot and bright outside as cars drove down the street. It's only been two days since she was last with him. He was taking a shower when his mobile phone lit up upon receiving a new message. She hadn't meant to read it but it couldn't helped as the message was flashed on the screen. He was cheating on her again. If it was the same woman, she didn't know; quite frankly, she didn't care. It hurts too much to stay, to pretend like she hadn't read a thing and all she could do was run. Now, she's hiding out in her own place. She looked towards the shelf of books, the dictionary standing out of the other books there. Maybe she ought to look at the definition of love, if martyrdom or blindness is any part of it.