Peace My Brother.

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Have you found your peace? So many experts, still no exact meaning. Sometimes my insides scream violence—that’s when I find it. When I hold myself back—I feel under attack.

When I let go—I feel in control. It’s the only feeling that has escaped that I want to hold onto. I can handle my war—can you?

My brother— let’s conquer our own peace before tears fuel fire.

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