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Serenity-oh so hard to find
'midst this world of misery. I long for a stable touchstone to invigorate my soul. I am enveloped by raining chaos. Serenity-oh so hard to find! Utter pandemonium rages hard, and there goes my peace of mind. Then silence rushes in... weird as it may seem, but now serenity-oh so hard to find- is no longer desireable. I dance to the wild pace of society. Now the chaos appears to be a fun thing. This anarchy now brings me pleasure; I don't want serenity-oh so hard to find.
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