The path sank/slipped/descended into the abyss of my mind, a chasm carved/gouged/etched by despair. Each step brought/summoned/unveiled an unwelcome truth, a shard of reality piercing/shattering/rending through the fragile veil I had spun/woven/constructed. The weight crushed/smothered/engulfed me, a tangible manifestation of my failing/diminishing

This ain't your average pad. When you enter Polo G's crib, you're greeted with a world of pure luxury. The walls are adorned with pieces, and the furniture is straight outta high-end stores. You got your state-of-the-art kitchen, perfect for whipping up gourmet meals, and a chill zone where you can unwind. His massive pool is the perfect place