Concrete Purpose

[ Only because I hate to feel this way, because it hurts me every time I consume those cylinders, and makes me cough and feel bitterness and confuses me with its sensations and diseases. Only because I believe I need a rest, a fuckin' pause, a moment to undergo detoxification. Just because I feel sick and tired of this shit, and that already cut my throat with its imaginary knife. And I know this is something I can do. Just because of that, today I decide to leave it, to resign a moment, to asphyxiate it, to drown it, to kill it... I retired myself from the smoke. Concretly until the day of my birthday. Later we'll see what happens. ]