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Mar 13
My mind's numb.
My memory fuzzy.
And.
I can't remember what I told to you.

Whether good.
Bad.
Or somewhere middling.
In between.

It all just dissolves into an amorphous mess.

My memory.
Images of where I used to be.
Fragile enough.

To be forgotten.
Nolan Bucsis
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Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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