The hottest love has the coldest end, a woman dreams about the day she can say ' I be wed' as the years go by it begins to fade, she wonders why he begins to change, truth is he never saw the woman in her, he thought it was fine to play her but little did he know he wasn't that good, what he did he tried to hide, but soon she discovered they were all lies, she cried and cried till it wasn't in her nomore she couldn't see the moment he would walk out that door, but she was so deep in love she couldn't let go but the aggany inside her soon took a toll, it was always hard for her to say goodbye cause everytime she tried he promised to be by her side, and thats all she wanted to hear because theres nothing better then someone who promises to be there, so she dries up her tears and holds up her head but the next time he does it, its a pain she cannot rid she sees him as the perfect one noone on top just him, she fell in love years ago his lost for the love he could not show he decided to play but he was so good it seemed so great until one day she couldn't handle nomore she got up herself and walked out that door - Jesenia Castellanos
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I would like to translate this poem
'she got up herself and walked out that door' Period. The story ends!