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Sep 2017
I can only express myself.
In incomplete sentences.
Broken up for.
Effect.

And, it pains me to think.
I'm wasting my life.
Or, so I'm told.
But it only hurts,
Because I don't care.
And, I'm supposed to.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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