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Dec 2019
To say I'm a let down.
Is more credit.
Than I'm due.

And, today melts into tomorrow.
You have to find some.
Solace.
In this isolation.
This torpor.

The basics.
Baffle.
Me.

I don't think about a future.
Anymore.
Just.
Freezing to death.

In the street.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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