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Oct 2017
I can't think.
Anymore.

Just like how I stopped.
Wincing when I was in pain.

It's a communication.
And understanding.

Of something negative.

I want to die.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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     ---, rose and Dazed Dreaming
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