The story started here when he emigrated... Well, we used to have a very good relationship, although I'm not really sure about that. I remember the memories, I think to myself, yes, he loved me, but I remember what he did to me. I say he didn't love me, he wanted me for his own fun. Now I write the story for you, you tell me this, maybe I can be satisfied that he loved me so that I don't carry this amount of pain with myself anymore. I am Kamari, this story is totally true. I write about my love life Of the mistakes I had From my experiences From the pains I suffered From the smiles I gave! I hope you like it.
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