Whenever I think about peace, I automatically think about hugging my mom. The hug where I wrap my arms around her waist and lay my head on her chest so I can hear her heartbeat and her arms are holding me tight, and we just stand there waiting for the world to still. And on really bad days, I just cry and stain her shirt with my tears and she says nothing. She just hugs me.
I need a hug.
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