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Jan 2018
With blood falling down my face.
I learned that even when.
Your body quits.
You still gotta walk.
Even if you're broken.
You still need to ****.

Go to the hospital.
Be alive.

You just reflect on what it was.
For a moment until.
You leave.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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