for some reason i don't trust you anymore
i really hope this isn't who you are
warning signs are taken as treason
but i want you to give me a reason
how can you ever declare your love
without even knowing who i truly was?
because i see you now, you'll regret it
and sooner than later, you'll forget it
we felt the sparks and now they've died
i just hope to god you're satisfied
you don't see the endings in the beginnings
but honey, i do
i do
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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
