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Categories: words and feelings
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She was a down-on-her-luck illegitimate daughter who met him on the raggedy streets, when she thought, My great hero will come towards me with his feet on the colorful clouds and his golden armor. And he fit all her fantasies, unfolding his arms towards her step by step. He wanted her to be a vine that grew around a tree, to be born to the tree. But she didn't want that, she wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, side by side. She looks forward to yearning for love so beautiful, but was one day by his hands strangled, the night is deep, drunken and disoriented, she with hatred finally climbed into his bed.