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Jan 2015
Light the match,watch it burn
Hear the wood crackle as the wood burns awayHold the cigarette to your lips and light the end
Slowly inhale exhale the stress
Then watch the smoke disappear with your problems into the air
I understand why people smoke even though I don't smoke.
Daniella Star
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Daniella Star  Somewhere in Africa
(Somewhere in Africa)   
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