death is only a simple part of life it is only the passing of our soul into another world. at least that is what i force myself day after day to believe. living here on eath is not a perminant place i must remember that i am just passing through. but if i am only passing through why do i hurt as much as i do?
  the reasons why i hurt are on myself and is my burden that i must carry
i should not have let my gaurd down and begin to feel for this man. i should have been careful as to not fall in love
for now all i can do is think of him and wish to linger in his precence that is forrbidden in my house. pain is horrid. but it shall pass