she sits in the back of the class
with cigarettes in her backpack
as her lungs turn blacklike her soul
the ghost in the room that nobody sees,
she's an unknown breathing mysteryschool didn't teach her anything
or what to do when you want to scream
what are we to do when our lives stop having meaning
that's how school didn't teach her anything
she wants to see the world with a clear mind
instead of relying on cigarettes and cannabis keeping her breathing
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cigarettes and cannabis
Poetryshe sat in the back of the class with cigarettes in her backpack