Smoking

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Sat outside the window as I open the pack
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Took one stick out of the box
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Lighted the cigarette
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Pursed between my lips
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Hands tracing the curves
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Of my body down my hips
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Released the cigarette
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To blow all the smoke out
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It will be good I told myself

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But the question is how?
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I tapped the stick
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Letting the burnt weed fall
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Holding tight

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To this weak wall
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Wondering what if I jump?
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Will it all end?
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Or more will come?
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I fixed my jacket to

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Put on my hood

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Everyone will know it too
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That I am also good.
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I said to myself as I wonder
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Will they care if I'm gone?
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it's too late now
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I'm already done.

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