I was 14,
My lips touched the cigarette.
The taste was horrible,
I cringed and choked,
Yet I sucked and puffed,
Those sweet toxins anyway,
Like I am a veteran.
I tried to make rings of O,
But my lungs were acting like zero,
I didn't understand what my body speaks,
Cause it didn't matter to me.
I just wanted to be cool,
And be accepted by my friends of 18.
Mature for my age,
But i smoked away to fit in.
I haven't spoken to them for 6 years,
But their remnants stayed with me,
As I am now making perfect rings of O,
With a cup of hot black coffee and a half burning cigarette,
Standing beside the window pane,
Looking away outside getting showered in rain.
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