I have decided to leave it all behind,

because I don't need them.

The smell of Vaseline still on my fingers.

Del,

I want to tell you that I can't proceed with all these.

I am tired, I am a dope.

I don't know to leave all or one.

I thought to leave all and left just one.

I haven't shortlisted them... but I have a few in mind.

Why I decided to leave?

I have found no happiness.

I found little joy.

I saw pain at every corner.

I have to stop,

but I'm not leaving one.

You can have my calls and messages.

You can have all what you want,

but nothing comes in handy with that...

because I have changed my mind.

My history ends here. Fullstop.