I like how you don't really know which is being discared: the stuffed animal, the cigarettes, or the girl. This speaks to me as a teenage girl trying to move past the pressures of drugs and other self-destructive behaviours, trying to grow up and pass childhood [discarding toys and memories of our past, innocent days], and trying not to lose ourselves in the middle of it all, or feeling discarded by society for not being "right" enough.
So actually, thank you. :}
and the colours .. hmmmm