it's funny how i've developed a peculiar sort of ferocity towards keeping you in place
a mother bird, a bird of prey
i treat you like a child, something i must protect
and i've never felt this way
never felt scared
like i at last have something
something delicate to hold close
something worth it to protect
something at last to lose
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
