It's Just A Cigarette.
Cigarette…. A narrow cylinder pack with nicotine and other harmful chemicals….. “It’s just one hit it won’t hurt.” I thought… “It’ll be fun… I’ll be so cool…” my mind pressured… I reached my hand for my pack of Cigarettes and lit one up… inhaling the thick smoke felt heavy…. I exhaled the thick smoke… it felt like my breath was being snatched away as if it were stealing a piece of my life away… A heavy suffocating feeling that continued as I kept inhaling… piece by piece my life was being taken… “It’s just a Cigarette.” I thought… a Cigarette that now owns me.
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