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Jan 2020
It seems.
Nothing was.
Really.
Worth it.
All along.

I'm still alone.
Still escaping from reality.
Still ******.
Still sad.

Nothing really got better.

Just isolated.

Just jaded.

Just fatalistic.

All those hopes.
All those dreams.
Every could have been.
Nothing.
But.
Fantasy
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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