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Jun 2018
I've been places.
I think.
Maybe somewhere.
Exotic.

But I can't run away from these.
Nihilistic chasms.
Of self doubt.
Perpetual boredom.

Unnease with being alive.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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