
In the labyrinth of days, where shadows lie,
Lives Zac, known as Tangent, a name he didn’t deny.
A whirlwind of chaos encircles his path,
A storm of misfortune, a relentless wrath.
With each dawn, a new trial emerges in sight,
A gauntlet of troubles from morning to night.
He dances on edges, a life on the brink,
A survivor of fate, with barely a blink.
In the city of shadows, where dreams often fade,
Zac battles his demons, unyielding, unafraid.
His life, a mosaic of fragments and scars,
Navigating darkness, guided by stars.
Beneath the weight of sorrow, he carries his name,
Tangent, a wanderer, in a perilous game.
Yet through the tempest, he fights to remain,
A testament to resilience, defying the strain.
For in every downfall, he finds strength anew,
In the chaos of life, a spirit that grew.
Zac, the Tangent, barely survives,
Yet in his struggle, he truly thrives.
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