it's the happiest time of my life
and yet i'm bittersweet
laughing at all the memories
and how all my friends left me
so drink it in, a glass of wine
for the future, and all that will arrive
i curse the year eighteen because i know
it's the last i'll feel alive
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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
