I never noticed the devil on my shoulder.
They sat there, patient and waiting.
Waiting for me to notice the angel on the other side,
With their broken, shattered halo and their dimming light.
The false impression of a grin stamped across their face.
That the devil had a fiery glow, burning embers and an expression of loss.
That they were an advocate for other peoples darkness,
and the angel had a cold air of self-righteousness that I constantly found myself being swayed by.
I've never been one for signs, but perhaps I should have seen this coming?
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The diary of Seth Alexander
Non-Fictionas the title suggests, this is legit going to be my diary. and yes, most diaries are supposed to be secret, but I have always been an open book. I like to pretend to be mysterious, but the people around me will all tell you that I am am someone who...
