Another night of self pity.
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I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

I am me.

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    Tuesday, August 05, 2008, 7:44 PM

    There's a part of me that is unrevealed to people. That part that no one has seen. The devil. Sometimes, I try to curb it from surfacing, the critical devil just can't stop enlarging the flaws of people, can't quit fighting the angelic side. The more I try to curb it, the more calm and quiet I portrayed. However, inside, an inferno, burning with fiery.

    Is bubbling now. My face, emotionless. My eyes focus on only the screen. Nothing in me reveals the devil. Probably, being quiet is the biggest hint.

    Fake. So hypocrite. I know.