The one thing she knew, was that if she lost him, if she lost this game of love one more time, it would be the end of her. No, of course not. She would continue to eat, sleep, walk, smile, and search for love. But something, somewhere inside of her would die. Just as it had done each time somebody had broken her heart. How many parts of her could perish in this way while the rest of her continued to survive?
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