Pain or something sad. by Nolan Bucsis

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Oct 2017

I hate my face.
I hate my body.
I hate being conscious.
It just reminds me.
I'm alive.
And real.
And I've got so long to wait.
To die.

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Nolan Bucsis 34/M/Somewhere in Canada

(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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