When the day dawns but it doesn't matter.
No sunshine can wipe out the deep dark horrors surrounding you..
And you need a drink or two or more.
So you line up outside a wineshop with some other lowlifes. Some drainage workers there for for their daily fix without which they cannot immerse themselves in other people's waste. The roads are crowded with people on their way to their daily scuffle, struggling to make a living, in the race of life..
Deep within your heart there is perhaps a semblance of hope alive yet..
Because you haven't killed yourself... Yet....
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