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Apr 2019
I'm failing at life.
And I want the words to stop.
These useless words.
These imprecise and poorly phrased attempts at connection
These paltry words.
These short stout blocky words.
The words like drivel pouring out my face.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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