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Apr 2019
These self reflections draw me open.

And my guts laid bare.
My life.
My intuition and my memory.

All fall apart and I'm left barren.
Gazing at nothing.
Coiled frustration.
Despair.
Inadequate.

I'm a waste of food.
A waste of time.
A wasted life.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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