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Mar 8
The morning after I end it all,
Everything will be so peaceful, so calm.
Sun rays will hit the Earth like they never did,
No more boys calling me mid.

The morning after I end it all,
It will be nothing but love.
Spreading my wings as I reach the sky,
It will be an infinity of peaceful life.
Maybe not this one, but next one,
Because peace, I got none.
Ksenija Ostojić
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Ksenija Ostojić  13/F
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