Benny's Blues: A Xanax Dive

The streetlights blurred into streaks. Benny was lost within the city's pulse, his head swimming on the grey concrete jungle. The crackled with anticipation. A dissonant tune drifted from a nearby dive bar, beckoning Benny closer. He craved a escape. A pill, small and white, was his only solace. His salvation guaranteed oblivion. The world would d

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White Crosses and Azure Dreams

Across the vast plains, where the golden glow beat down upon the thirsty earth, stand rows of stark white crosses. They represent a history of sorrow, a tapestry woven with threads of heroism. Beneath them, the azure dome stretches endlessly, a canvas of dreamy blue. The wind whispers through the tall grass, carrying with it the ethereal fragrance

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