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Piece/Peace (concepts I)

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chromeantennae

Published: Jan 14, 2014

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Piece/Peace (concepts I)

Let me borrow some peace of mind

So you can continue to borrow some piece of mine.

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I kinda wanted to go with some narrative, angsty love stuff but the words weren't comin' to me. Consider this "part I" of my "concepts series." But I do like it as a pseudo-standalone. If any of you guys can or want to work with it, please, by all means do so.

Inspired by fervvent, ithaswhatitisnt, and WeirdAndLovely for her accidental misunderstanding of "peace of mind," which became this lil' "piece of mine".