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Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
I'm.
Just.
Waiting.

To die.

And everyone.
Wants me.

To.
Live.

I rather.
Like.

Innocuously.
Day.
dreaming.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
Love was.
Something.
I used to.

Long.
For.

Now.
It's just.
A sentimental.
Performative.

Poorly done.
Art.
Piece.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
Every.
Waking.
Moment.

I long.
For the still.
Sound.

Of.
Silence.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
I.
Get.
The  feeling.

Everything.
Was pointless.
Anyway.

You and.
I.
Were.
Temporary.

Fantasies.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
Life.
Is just.
Waiting to.
Die.

While my.
Internal monologue.
Gently.
Weeps.
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
This.

Is a.
Letting
Go.

Of something.
I.
Never.
Had
Nolan Bucsis Mar 13
If.
I've.
Ever.

Written.
Anything beautiful.

I absolve myself.

Of.
It.
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