This is my last cigarette… or at least that is what I tell myself. I sit with you and smoke one final time, talking honestly about how I'm quickly becoming addicted, the pleasure, the ritual, and why quitting feels so impossible. As the cigarette burns down, I debate with myself out loud. The health risks, the cravings, the pros and cons… and in the end, even I do not know if I will really stop. Will this be my last cigarette, or just another lie?
