One woman portrays two different faces. One looks angelic, while the other is out for what she can get. She has an insatiable lust for sex and does not really care who gets hurt along the way; she cannot see that she is doing anything wrong. But the tables do turn on her, and she has to live and pay the final price.
I give my thoughts to poetry, and hope my words will convey the stresses and anxiety suffered by my late son and family, to others who suffer from mental health torture, and to hopefully convey the love that held a broken-hearted family together.
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