Peace
Peace is waking up to the smell of fresh waffles.
Peace is getting all of my homework completed.
Peace is when a friend hugs me from behind.
Peace is when my Dad tells me he is proud of me.
Peace is when I realize that all of my hard work has been worth it.
Peace is when I can finally roll down the car windows after a long winter.
Peace is feeling in-shape.
Peace is laughing with my brother.
But to everyone, the universal sign of peace is two fingers up.
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