isn't it funny
how in the end
i always become
the one thing
i sought to destroy?
i've spent too long
wasting my nights
retracing my steps
around my time
with some stupid boy
i've broken down
that pieces of me
that i viewed
in the mirror
as a decoy
and yet i
find underneath
what i condemned
is what truly
brings me joy
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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
