BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Bars and Broken Dreams

The neon signs flickered, casting long shadows on the forms huddled inside. Each one a tale etched in vodka, each sip a gulp towards oblivion. Some came for the temporary solace, others to bury the harsh realities of their lives. The music, a drowning soundtrack, did little to cover the desperation that hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Out he

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