read the runes upon my heart
because you misread all my scars
that said "i tore me apart"
but yet i let you take the blame
to cover up for all my shame
i was so tired of foolish games
i'm chasing stars across the sky
never questioning the reason why
even when they're no longer mine
i cry out when they escape my grasp
i'm losing track of all my masks
i cannot make a moment last
when will i answer for my past?
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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
