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?.