This cigarette kills me and shortens my age
Time spin continuously to make the rest of my time is running out. Room three times two is a proof of my job writing a series word for word. The air filled with the congestion of cigarette smoke soaring to fill my workplace.
Being a writer feels like a taboo when tampa is punctuated by cigarettes every time. As if cigarettes inspire my writing to be meaningless and helpless.
This cigarette is not good for health. I know that. But throw cigarettes away. It is very hard for me.