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, November 18, 2008, 8:53 PM

    I feel like I am in the eden's garden. Filled with luscious apples that speaks of true sweetness. Daddy made it a point to warn us, not to eat the forbidden apples. They are truly evil, he said.

    Dad left the garden in my charge. A swirl of wind blew and the fragrance of the sweet apples enveloped my senses. How can one be that sweet, I asked myself. How is it like if I take a bite?

    My principles conflicted desires. Daddy dutifully mentioned not to be near it. Is rightfully wrong. The apple dangled right in front of my face. I am fighting back. Fighting back my desire and urges.

    Regrets. Either ways, I will end up regretting. Regret not doing it for I may not have another chances. Regret doing it for I betrayed my principles. Tell me, what am I supposed to do?