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Mar 13
I scream.
And no one hears me.
So I cut the perormative ****.
Hurl about my verbal diahrrea.
***** it to the lights on the screen.
Safe in the liminal state.
Of I'm not really here.
I'm just wasting time
Nolan Bucsis
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Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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