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The first time my lips touched a cigarette, I cringed at the taste but I ****** and puffed the toxins anyways. smooth. It was menthol. I didn't know what that meant. I didn't care. I just wanted to be cool with my friends. They were 14, I was 12. 'Mature for my age'. I had fitted in. But was smoking that cigarette really, really worth it? I haven't talked to those 'friends' in 6 years.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
Cigarette.
The first time my lips touched a cigarette, I cringed at the taste but I ****** and puffed the toxins anyways. smooth. It was menthol. I didn't know what that meant. I didn't care. I just wanted to be cool with my friends. They were 14, I was 12. 'Mature for my age'. I had fitted in. But was smoking that cigarette really, really worth it? I haven't talked to those 'friends' in 6 years.
KeeKee
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
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