I wrote an article a long time ago and put it on my blog!
A peasant girl who fell into prostitution thought she had found true love, but she was just someone else's lover.
Thinking that if you give up and leave, everything will pass.
Later I realized that hatred had caused her to collapse.
She is beautiful, but her spirit is disabled; she is lonely, but she is not lonely when she leaves.
She destroyed her love, the person she loved and the person who loved her.
On the way to heaven, she smiled, she was relieved...
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