This woman, known for her beauty and charismatic qualities. Not many could've known the depths of this woman's ways. The wittiness of her manipulation. She was no devil, and her ways unknowingly to her were only furthering her fall into the depths of her own pit of darkness. This woman once loved someone deeply, and because of her love unconditional love. She held on, and held on, until the greatest parts of her were broken. Losing the trust in love. Finding comfort in the darkness. So much pain, so much resentment, and fear. She lost herself, and that is when she became a hoarder of hurt, and energy of those willing to love the mask she wore to please the mind and body of the man. She was truly a master in the art of her illusion. So much so she would even herself lose all sight of who she truly was in moments. The man was made to feel like a hero, she herself always played the role of the victim. She was a life long...