Benny's Rhapsody: A Xanax Trip

The city lamps blurred as a canvas of color. Benny was lost within the city's pulse, his thoughts racing on the pulsating pavement. The felt heavy. A lonely sax solo drifted from a nearby honky-tonk, beckoning Benny closer. He longed for oblivion. A pill, a promise of peace, was all he needed. Xanax guaranteed oblivion. The world would fade away l

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The White Crosses and the Blue Dreams

Across the stretching plains, where the golden glow beat down upon the thirsty earth, stand rows of alabaster crosses. They signify a history of sorrow, a tapestry woven with threads of courage. Beneath them, the azure dome stretches endlessly, a canvas of vibrant cerulean. The wind whispers through the tall check here grass, carrying with it the f

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