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we were smoking,
when you told me.
you handed me your cigarette, and said,
try it. it won't hurt.
i knew it wouldn't, because
i had tried it before,
and had felt things much worse
than the buzz of a
cancer-stick.
after i tried it, you smiled, and told me
that you liked me,
and i thought my world was complete.
but then, i told you
about my parents,
and all hell broke loose.

i don't know
what i was thinking.