Disclaimer: Why do you torture me so? They KNOW I don't own it.

Move On

Why is this fruitless

My search for peace

Why can't you forget the past

Move on

Pretend the past isn't there.

Why can't we just forget it all.

We never move on

It's always the same

Never getting past it.

Why why why

Move. On.

No inferiority

No sub-species

This is what I ask

Will you sign this treaty

Or do I have to kick your ass.

A/N: Thank you for reading, this chapter is dedicated to my cousins JoAnna and Danielle, and the closest thing I have to a best friend, Leah.

Thank you reviewers, I would have stopped writing if no one had reviewed my first story, so thank you so much.

Sidenote: I'm pouring out a lot of these, wow.