Devon McElveen (April 3,1993 / Norwalk, CT)
Most of one's life is filled with worry,
But mine has taken a turn.
I have never felt this joy,
Am I finally
What can a person describe as peace?
Is it a time where no stress is felt?
A time where everything makes sense?
A time where our we can be careless.
I am not At Peace.
To be At Peace,
Would mean my death.
If that is true,
Then I am far from Peace.
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