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14. My peace.

12 Years Ago

A fourteen- year old boy wandered through the quiet streets, feeling restless and alone.His best friend wasnโ€™t around to play, so he had nothing to do. So, with his hands tucked in his pockets, he aimlessly roamed the neighborhood, searching for anything to pass the time.

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Zia

Writer | Dreamer โ™ฅ๏ธŽ Ink, passion, and a touch of darknessโ€”stories that stay with you. ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ“–"