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Feb 2018
I was never engaged.
With you.
Or felt something deep.
You just wrote me a story.
And I smiled.
I accepted it.
So I could be whatever.
You wanted me to be.

But,
I was and always will.
Be alone.
Talking to myself.
Instead of the idea of me.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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