i saw the
bigger picture
but now it's
blurry
again
ghosts from
my past
linger here
still touching my
skin
i'm laying
in my bedroom
at a quarter
past
ten
somehow
i'm more tired
than i have
ever
been
tired of
the games the
lies the
tauntings of
men
tired of all
the masks
we put on
just to
fit in
if we are
ourselves
we make our
own choices
then
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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
