I stepped outside for a smoke break, as I read the sign to my right. I thought of how discusting my habbit was. I then look over to see the dead flowers laying next to the stair case. I couldn't help but to think what is killing off all of these beautiful creations. It was then I looked down to the ciggerette i was holding in my hand. It wasn't but 4 seconds later a tiny frog jumpped by my foot. I picked it up and admired it's beautiful color and how its yellowish stomach blended in with the yellow tint on my fingers from the tobacco staining my skin. As if that didn't open my eyes enough I then seen a little boy peak through the gaurd rails on the stairs. I though about had bad it had to look for this inocient child to be reviled to something so horable. At that point I put the cigerette out and grabbed my friends and walked away to tell them that change I just overcame .
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