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Feb 2018
Untitled
It burns.
Going down.
But I'm used to it.
Like it's normal.
And, I pass out.
By choice.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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