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Mar 2018
To be truly alone.
There's nothing in here.
Nothing worth saving.
There's nothing in anyone else.
Nothing worth knowing.

And, there's that dead stare.
I do.
When I'm in public.

Vacant.
Let down.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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