up at night
all alone
pace the house
it's not my home
tell me why
i still feel scared
when all the threats
are never there
i glow and then
i'm fading out
wishing you
were still around
i never healed
a martyrdom
begging god
to give me some
peace of mind
serenity
but chaos is
a part of me
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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
