{"image":"https://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmcPJuFmYyCcB6eFqh6b937gAARnrFixWEimE3Pi3fXTPk","description":"# EMPTY WINE\n\n   \n\n\n   \nEmpty.\n\n   \nlike this bottle of wine\n\n   \nEstranged.\n\n   \nLike the shadows at nine\n\n   \n\n\n   \n\n\n   \nDeranged.\n\n   \nYes, I wanna just fight\n\n   \nEnslaved.\n\n   \nMidst of wrong and right\n\n   \n\n\n   \n\n\n   \nAnd flowing through time, \n\n   \nLike that wind chime\n\n   \nMaking noise but no one in sight\n\n   \nNot breathing. \"Are you dying?\". *I might*\n\n   \n\n\n   \n\n\n   \nIt just feels like I'm on a long road drive\n\n   \nOn the back-window, with no one by my side\n\n   \nCan't count the times I shivered and cried\n\n   \nGo to my imagination, turn the music, and hide\n\n   \n\n\n   \n\n\n   \nHide, from the real world I'm in\n\n   \nIt's just more comfy for my pride\n\n   \n\"Pride?\" Like There's none, You ply\n\n   \nAnd I still try, to hide what slump I'm in\n\n   \nIt's like I'm the punching bag\n\n   \nBut you can't punch me in, \n\n   \nSo you Shove me in the locker room, 1 feet wide\n\n   \n\n\n   \n\n\n   \nAnd I struggle to keep up with the sighs\n\n   \nCan't breathe again, but it doesn't hurt this time\n\n   \nGuess you can't feel the pain,\n\n   \nwhen you're dead inside.\n\n   \n","name":"EMPTY WINE","traits":[{"trait_type":"Title","value":"EMPTY WINE"}]}