Out Of Breath

 

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Searching for words for my last breath, I saw her face. I was leaving her with tears. She came close, touched my forehead, my lips, and my face. Then, as she tousled my hair, she planted a kiss on my cheek. After that, she brought her lips closer to my ears. And she slowly spoke, "I have always hated you."


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