I've spent all this time
Looking for serenity
But as it goes on
I've come to realize
That I find a sort
Of quiet in the chaos
A home, in a way
As if hell is where
I thrive the most
A cruel solace
In the thought
That everyone around me
Is suffering just as much as I
And it's sort of funny
Because if that's true,
What has all of this been for?
I search for serenity
And yet peace
Is where I find myself
The most miserable
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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
