He gulped one drink after the other.
Time froze engulfed in vacuum.
His mind remained foggy.
Thoughts continued getting lost in his mind's labyrinth.
The liquor was working it's magic.
The distracting cacophony seemed distant.
After 36 sleepless hours finally, the pen moved.
Whiskey indeed, was his solace.
Time froze engulfed in vacuum.
His mind remained foggy.
Thoughts continued getting lost in his mind's labyrinth.
The liquor was working it's magic.
The distracting cacophony seemed distant.
After 36 sleepless hours finally, the pen moved.
Whiskey indeed, was his solace.
patchy thoughts :D :D.
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