Short Story (4) I am staying in this very small motel room, just looking at the mirror .. Looking at myself , thinking "How did i get to this level.. How could i do such a mistake. I was blind ... Blind by his love ; though he gave me everything but he took it all away again" Tears were running on my cheek, my eyes closed for a moment. Then i opened it again, as i see all those scars on my stomach , and my arms .. I lived with the man who took me away from home , from my family promising me the world... But he gave me nothing but pain
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