Never have I felt at peace with myself. There was always an internal conflict arising within me making me feel inferior.
I always dealt with my subconscious telling me to do ludacris tasks, while I always wanted to stay introverted.
Late night parties, blood struck eyes and a lost girl on the inside.
I was always letting the wrong people in and the right people out, that's why I'm in this inevitable hell.
As usual I let somebody who was only there to corrupt me more than usual, or so I thought.
He was tall, tattooed, light brown eyes with a passion hidden in them and a presence that was undeniably sexy.
Zayn was his name, Zayn was different than others and I am ever so thankful for him.
Zayn, has maintained me sane, something me, Jane, has not been in years.
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Sane / A Zayn Malik FANFICTION
FanfictionKeep me safe, keep me sane. You are the reason why blood runs through my veins. You keep me happy, you keep me wanting to seek adventure. Zayn, you keep me sane.
