why did i say it?
maybe i don't know
it's the echo of those same few words
i ran from long ago
i hope that you don't run from me
the way i ran from him
and i lied to you and said
that it came to me on a whim
but maybe, since the truth is
i'm trying harder to speak my mind
you'll understand it when i say
that those words were really mine
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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
