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My First Smoke

5/9/10    11:23     age: 15

I grabbed the pack off the table

I looked in to see just a few

I pick up the lighter and go to my front door

I hold the cigarette between my lips

I light the end and take my first slow drag

l blow the smoke out the window as I taste the nicotine on my breath

I cough a little from the smoke

I take another drag and begin to think

I think of why I'm doing this

I think is because I just wanted to know what it was like

I take few more drags as I sit on the porch that night

I blow the smoke and watch it disappear into the night sky

I take the last long slow drag and hold it a little while

I exhale and stare at the bud of the thing that just might end my life

I put out the light and stash the bud in the dirt of the potted plant