ain't it funny
how the sky fades to gray
and you fade away
leaving it here with me
and the rain pours
splashing my tears
and reflecting my fears
of all of our opening doors
and you should know
when you keep me warm
i don't fear the storm
so please, i beg you, don't go
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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
