I wonder how you hide your br happiness with happiness br and assume it is happiness too. br br I cannot write. I haven't br claimed the right to write, to br make the words that I write br come true, like stars. It's all br written in the stars. br br You are a star that used to br shine, with your spangles and glitter br and what not. And when you shone, br you shone happiness, happiness br with an ignorant burning feeling br that left me in complete br ecstacy.