You ever find your self lost in a daze? a maze of hennessy around you with no exit. You fade and sway, contemplating why you failed to make what you always wanted to create. The heat of life chases you, breathing down your back like the breath of the devil. Its Hot and I grow pale, the world says I’ll become stale even before the world hears my tale. I flail on the ground, drowning in the pool of hennessy I thought would create a better me.
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