All my life
I've known parts of myself
But as time goes by
I know a little bit more
And I learn
That perhaps I was wrong
I've seen myself
As both shy and withdrawn
But now I know
That looking back on then
I was hiding
Out of fear of the sun
Because as soon as I
Stepped out into the storm
I became aware
That this is exactly where I belong
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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
