I am accused of betrayal
And it’s true I betrayed
Accused of a truth and a lie
For can you betray a betrayer?
I was accused of leaving
But I left him who was already gone.
Gone to his mistress
That jealous mistress called Oxycontin
She demanded all your affection
Controlled your every whim
Kept your sexual desires only for herself
Ahh! How like a real female mistress
She guards you from the pain
Stealing the sun of each new day
Hiding you in your room
Protecting you from life’s negativity
She loves you more then me
And you love her-----
Yes, I betrayed, I left
A betrayer
I chose a new love and life
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Reviewed by Christopher Ingham (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2003
Wow! A strongly written and powerful piece. Chris.
I see Janet is learning bad language from me and Father Ted.
The couse you have chosen comes as no surprise to me so can I just say you have written extremerly movingly of the situation.
Reviewed by Willy
Reviewed on January 4, 2003
Sandi as one who was on the other side for many years he who you write about may not even know you're gone. Untill he needs money!
How sad and hopeful at the same time...well done Sandi. it's goiod to see you posting again, you have been missed. Hope you have a great and blessed year in 2003!
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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The couse you have chosen comes as no surprise to me so can I just say you have written extremerly movingly of the situation.
Warm Love,
Brittany