she kissed cigarettes in bathroom stalls
f r e a k
w e i r d o
l o n e r
their words didn't matter
for she had her cigars to keep her company
they whispered to her,
you're nothing more than a numberher sad eyes watched as girl after girl came in and out of the bathroom
just to check their refectionsshe, the number one society rejection
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cigarettes and cannabis
Poetryshe sat in the back of the class with cigarettes in her backpack