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Mar 2018
One day you're bored.
You're worried about this.
Irrelevant problem.
Or the next.
Striving to get somewhere.
Maybe even making progress.

Then one day.
Out of the blue.
Like a warm breeze on a cold day.

You die.
Randomly.
And all your problems.
Mean nothing.
Anymore.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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