BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Bars and Broken Dreams

The neon signs blazed, casting long shadows on the forms huddled inside. Each one a narrative etched in vodka, each sip a gulp towards oblivion. Some came for the company, others to bury the harsh realities of their lives. The music, a distorted soundtrack, did little to cover the loneliness that hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Out here, dre

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