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Nov 2017
This frozen moment.
In a dilapidated something.
Through the foggy haze.
Of whatever I'm currently on.

I can see.

My life.

What a waste.

It's become.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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     Shadowhollow, winter sakuras, ---, Sam and rose
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