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cokestar - prologue lyrics

[spoken+word]
in the heart of the city, beneath the shimmering skyline, a storm brewed inside emberstorm. she was a paradox, a woman cloaked in elegance yet haunted by shadows
by day, she painted her world with vibrant colors, donning designer clothes and a smile that could disarm even the most hardened cynic
but when night fell, the mask slipped away, revealing a tumultuous heart grappling with despair
emberstorm had always been the life of the party, the one who made laughter spill from lips like champagne
but behind closed doors, the laughter faded, leaving echoes of loneliness and a gnawing emptiness that clawed at her insides

[verse]
substance abuse had become her escape—a way to numb the pain, to dull the relentless ache of unmet expectations and unfulfilled dreams

[spoken+word]
she was a magician, turning heartache into fleeting highs, but each illusion only deepened the chasm within

[verse]
time and again, she promised herself it would be the last drink, the last pill, but each promise was a fragile thread, easily frayed by the weight of her reality
relapses felt like old friends, whispering sweet nothings, luring her back into the fog where everything hurt a little less
in those moments, she wrestled with the ghosts of her choices, feeling the sharp sting of regret, yet yearning for the oblivion that lay in the bottle’s embrace

[spoken+word]
but beneath the haze of substance, a fire fl!ckered—raw, unrefined female rage
it was the rage of a thousand unspoken words, of battles fought silently against a world that had not only overlooked her but had dared to define her by its own narrow standards
with each sip, each escape, that rage grew, demanding to be released, to be acknowledged

[outro]
one night, as the city pulsed with life outside her window, emberstorm felt the dam break
the weight of her depression, the cycle of relapse, and the simmering rage all converged in a moment of clarity
it was time to let it all out
with a fierce determination, she picked up her paintbrush, letting the colors spill onto the canvas, each stroke a release, each hue a reflection of her pain and power

- cokestar lyrics

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