Bars and Sorrow

The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows on the faces gathered around tables. Each sip of alcohol was a fleeting attempt to escape the weight that pressed down on their souls. Weary eyes met across the room, sharing a silent understanding of common suffering. The rattling of glasses and the murm
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