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dedications:
to my younger self, i hope you're proud.

















Peace represented the serenity of the life that once was lived. It never rained, it never snowed, it was never grey. The sky was always a pure azure, the clouds always perfectly shaped and fluffy. The sun always shone, each beam reflected a person. A person that lived and a person that was lost.
















this is my own original thoughts.


STORY COVER NOT MINE, ALL RIGHTS GO TO ORIGINAL ARTIST.









welcome to the world where someone can be anyone.



























𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔







𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊


















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