i feel so
small
all of a sudden
and
words
lose
all their rhyme
and their
reasonand
suddenly
what
once
i feared
scares
me
no
longerand
what
i always
believe
kept me
alive
may
actually
be what's
killing me
insidei look
at my
hands
in the
mirror
and
say"oh god,
are
these
truly
mine?"so i
place
my
head
and
palms
to the
glassand
take in
the crisp
autumn
airthe
storm
inside me
raging
like it's
never
beforeand
words
failand
they
failand
they
fail

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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