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.