false eyelashes to make her eyes appear wider, just as she used her underwire push-up bra to make her ******* look more like watermelons
than tiny plums. She used her looks to get attention, so people would listen. But they were too busy ogling her to hear a word. She used her mouth to please
men ******, so that they may lover her unconditionally. But that never worked, even though she perfected the art from watching pornographic movies and looking
through girlie magazines. She used alcohol to drown it all, so that she could bury the shame. But when it wore off she had to face herself every morning
in the mirror. The wrinkles on her face told her that she was too old to be playing this game. That's when she decided to use the sleeping pills in the refilled bottle on her night-stand. Thatβs the end.