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Feb 2015
I ****** the vessel that one day will inherit this heart.
With it the sadness they will never know and the love they will never feel.
In time I learned it's a selfish act to rid myself of this burden.
To give such false-promise and hope is my heart screaming in spite.
I only hated what I never understood.
A little chunk from a two part series "The Donor" and "The Inherit.:
Shane Anthony Moore
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Shane Anthony Moore  Michigan
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