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Peace
Copyright, Flo
I cut.
I burn.
Not wanting,
but peace.
Sometimes I lose
my own memories.
Don't remember...
but peace.
Thinking if I had
problems. problems.
Hoping I don't
but peace.
Never knowing if it's
good or not,
I didn't care.
It was the only way
to get "peace".
Now I'm destinied to
Secrets and hidings.
Peace... was this
what I wanted?