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Apr 28
It was all so.
Romantic.
Back then.
We made a sacred song out of.

Refusing.
To be like you.

And,
our poetry was recited to each other.
After midnight, out in the streets.
And we were always drunk.
Or high.

But the sun never shone so bright.
And the drugs never wore off.
To get us away from this massive.
Peak.

Where all of our good intentions.
Wrote the cannon of lives.
We never expected to arrive at.

Drifting through the meaningless moments.
With mediocre moments.
And I took a moment to reflect.

Isolated in my room.

Coming down.
Off of some drugs.
And some well written prose.

I dunno what I became.

But I regret the loss.
Of my old life.
Nolan Bucsis
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Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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