She breathes in deep inhaling every last carcinogen not caring about anything not if she gets caught or if she's addicted to the nicotine. The danger made her feel alive the long drags giving her a small high so for a moment all the dark thoughts are gone. Underage and without a care for what it could do to her she knows it's wrong that her mother would not approve of her following in her footsteps she doesn't smoke to live she smokes to die
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Short stories and poems
PoetryI write little things here and there and thought people should be able to read it
