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Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
Death.

Is just a.
Dissolution.

Into.
The.

Memory.
Of.

A.

Self.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
Everything.
Collides.
Together.

In a kaleidoscopic.
View.

Then.
Dissipates.

Back.

Into.
Nothing.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
We went.
Somewhere.

Vague.

According to.
The.

Directions.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
I had.
Things.
To say.

But

I've.
Lost my mind.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
I used.
To love.

Things.
And.
People.

But.

I found out.
I didn't need them.

For anything.

I couldn't.

Do.
Myself.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
Everyone
is so.

Sad.

I gave up
on life.

But,
They aren't
sad
about.

Me.

They're sad
about.

How I
relate
to them
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
I used.
To get.
Lonely.

Until.

I got used.
To being.
Alone.
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