They say smoke follows beauty. She is smothered. Also engulfed by the smoke of self-pity. She can't be this way. The vapor that surrounds her. Suffocating her every breath. Exhale softly. Inhale slowly. Defy gravity's pull. It's unnatural to fly. Go gor it. Rebelling against mother nature. Float away in ravishing beauty. I can't follow, I have no
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