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Mar 16
Abysmal desolation.
Washes over me.
And all I can think.

Of.

Is how peaceful annihilation will be.
As I'm always cast adrift.

In the doldrums of melancholy.

Life?

All this creation has given me.
Is a lust for death.

An end.
To my half remembered.

Mediocrity.
Nolan Bucsis
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Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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