Peace
The Peace we like may not be the childhood we had been
wasting.
My a drawing I used to leave dirty and torn or very exposed
to the sometimes dust or something how lot nights
before.
O my money I could not help let catch up with the day
even the last century children day.
I remember when the stars are clear tonight I just unmind
and leave things anyway.
I remember the fear I had for the monsters and sometimes
instead cat most.
I remember sometimes the school we wished and cried
together.
O sometimes like a blue and black about?.
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