on a boat in the middle of the atlantic br we get a call that makes me frantic br shes dead, to myself i think br it hurt so bad im on the brink br of breaking down and going insane br because i know that i cant rephrane br from this feeling of loss br br i sit on the floor tears streaing down my face br barley able to see any trace br of fear on my parents facade br i wish i could trade br this feeling for anything else br but i know i must try br i just cant lie br to myself that im over it br cause i know this feeling wont quit br br so im left with this pain br its so heavy i would need a crane br to pull it off of me br so i can finally be free br and have a gaurentee br so i can see br that life isnt always what it meant to bebr br Heather A.