Same ***** day. Same **** problems. by Nolan Bucsis

Nov 2017

I can't seem to manage.
The basics.
Of life.

I just wake up.
Collect my body parts.
And, lurch.
Forward.
To do nothing.
All day.

And, it's boring.
But, I don't know how to live.
Just.
Exist.

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Nolan Bucsis 34/M/Somewhere in Canada

(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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