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Jul 21
Sob stories,
Are best left
For
Black out drunks.

Or crying
In
The
Dark.

Night terrors
Of introspective
Dreams.

Not for,
Common,
Conversation.

Losing yourself
To an infinite
Melancholy,
Is properly done
Alone with
No one to hear.

But you,
And the universe's
Deafening
Indifference.
Nolan Bucsis
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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