Some sort of therapy, or something. by Nolan Bucsis

Jun 2018

It's good that my memory has been damaged.
Irrevocably from all the drugs I consumed.
It's perfect.
I can't even remember the things.
I just want to
Forget.

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Nolan Bucsis 34/M/Somewhere in Canada

(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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