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Always comes the glass. Then the ice. Then the gin always cold, cold. It pours. Always comes the glass, the pint, the tumbler, always comes the gin, the vodka, the clears. The night flows on, always down, always pouring.

I've spent every waking moment trying to keep that monster inside. You don't understand the cost of staying calm when the world keeps pushing. People get hurt when I lose control, and I’m tired of being a weapon for your games. I just want some peace.

I used to think there was some kind of glory in this life, some sort of code. But there’s no honor in the blood on your hands, only the weight of the souls you’ve taken. You think you’re a tough man until you realize there’s nothing left inside you but shadows.

Now, don't you go looking at me like that. This here jug ain't water, it's fermented marrow. Keeps the joints loose when the frost bites hard enough to snap a finger. I got plenty more where that came from, if you're willing to trade. Stay hydrated, stay hated.

Every morning it's the same old routine, you know? You just stare at the ceiling for a bit before the reality hits. But I need that cash for that shiny gadget I saw online. So, here I am, pushing through another shift because honestly, what else am I gonna do?

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

Some say the shadows in these trenches have memories of their own, watching the new faces pass through. I’ve seen things in the thick of the fog that no manual could ever explain, remnants of a conflict that refused to truly end.

Hey dear, you know, sometimes the hardest paths lead to the best views. It's not always easy, life never is, but you have to keep moving forward. I've seen things change so much over the years, and well, that's just how the world works.