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May 30
I am awash
In self doubt.
Every, thought,
Frac/tured.
Half of me remembers
How bad things were,
Compared to now.
But I stopped
Growing past the burden
Of critical self analysis.

So,
I drown myself
In the apathy
Of I don't care,
Or I don't care,
as much.

I'm used to being a failure.
Nolan Bucsis
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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     Jimmy silker
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