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No longer can I struggle. There is nothing left. I have lost another battle again, same as always. No matter how I fight it will all turn to naught in the end. Never again am I to feel the warmth of her body, never again to feel the warmth of her compassionate words. No this beaten dog has been let off its chain to go find another. But there is no one else out there, no just an everlasting, never ending, hopeless battle that will be lost in the end. Perhaps the last beating is somewhere on the horizon, but for now this beaten dog waits for the next strike to come.
She was a whore anyways, seriously.
Move on to someone better.