If I were smoke from a flameless fire would I still billow up, would I smolder and expire. Or did I just never exist at all? Nearly a fragment, a thought, a concept so small?
But we're watching everyone, while they're watching us... Chests out, narrowed eyes, shoulders broad and acting tough.
And frankly, my dear, I've had enough. The world is already rough without you being so gruff.
Time to STFU and blow away with the dust....
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