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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts
You filled my life with torture and pain.
I had trouble leaving you but today I can say that I am tired of you
I gave you my heart and you only fill it with mojo, ice and dirty.
Why are you like that? Why did not you love me like me?
I gave you so much and you do not care, so I leave with my heart badly hurt.
But I will love again and I will be happy.
But who will love you? being so animal
Your poem this time was a little sad @anasuleidy