Passionate jealousy points us to brood in heartbreak.
Passionate Jealousy
My Cry
In vain I cry where is he? I send my cry hoping it may reach you.
One Sunday Afternoon
Those first rumours of his affairs, I went over one Sunday afternoon. I was startled, realizing that he is a stranger.
Extract My Heart
I fear another betrayal should be the last. my journey was sadder than I could put down, my history, dree, and dreary! And not exactly a kind which I should have chosen but never mind! I'll extract my heart and I'll continue whole.
Mental Anguish
His name shot off mental anguish, and the realization, he was my demon.
