Stress Relief = Poems/Stories.

Peace over Power.

But then... it happened.

It finally happened.

I looked at you again and talked to you again, but it happened-

Peace.

Peace was still flowing throughout my heart and soul while I talked to what once was so deadly to my inner ease-

I was destructed.

Every.

Time.

But this time, when I looked at you again and talked to you again, I stood strongly stable.

I will not let you break me again.

I built myself up time and time again, but this time my construction was successful.

You don't have power anymore.