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WHERE IS MY PEACE UNIVERSE


"Where am I?" Speaking volume. I witnessed their victories.

Here is their springboard; they are lingering fiends inside my head--lurking melancholia.

"Excellence is never a sin," they chanted, while injecting into me with such force;

Reckoning every move to make, outstretching my limbs, yet remained unfathomable.

"Excellent's not the adjective I embody!" I shouted with shivers.


I have been eager; barefoot, I tirelessly looked for my circle.

Somber, still I ascended--high enough for people to witness. Are we playing?


My family, thy visage I admire. There, my mother's wearing her dear garment, and my father's a classic's offspring.

Ye stainless immaculacy of white, as pure as my youth's birth; I beseech my strength!


Pining, while I am peeling my skin! I now am sick due to this unhealthy, familial-made destiny;

Earth me up; they are earthing me up while I am hearing their negation.

Agonizing cheers, still I breathe, still I breathe naivety. Here I am,

Creating my words, as I feel the pain--

Excruciate! 'Tis the word written; vehemently surrendering down to my demise.


Utopia, I can see you, but hold not my hand.

Now, in my sorrow's taste I must devour;

Ire, this is my ire--my long-lived strike!

Vengeance, I shall embrace you; to you I rest my hap.

Earned, no more debt I must repay. 

Revoke, I will revoke these springtime memories;

Shall they succumb to oblivion? These uncertain winds they soar; but,

Earth, shall you let me dig my own grave? 


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