She would often fool herself with that which awaited her.
Riding high on the breaths of possibility.
Disguising her reality behind a thick smoke of optimism.
She was foreign to the habits of the masses,
finding comfort within her states of self-imposed isolation.
She rode along on the waves of life, indecisive to a specific direction to when
and how it will play out
Disguising her reality behind a thick smoke of optimism.
She was foreign to the habits of the masses,
finding comfort within her states of self-imposed isolation.
She rode along on the waves of life, indecisive to a specific direction to when
and how it will play out

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