Sometimes everything feels like smoke, drifting away - a ghostly mist that refuses to settle. My heart beats with an aching doubt, questioning the path I'm on.
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Sometimes everything feels like smoke, drifting away - a ghostly mist that refuses to settle.
Can I trust that the fragile sparks of hope within me are enough to guide me? Or am I doomed to lose my way, shrouded in the silences that surround me?
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