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May 2015
After everything I've been through.
All the fires I've walked through.
All the shattered glass in my past.
And all the pain locked away in my chest.
What the Hell could possibly hurt me?
When there's not even a ******* drug on this Earth  that can numb me
I'm tired of the same old routine.
Living day to day emotionless and care free.
If you have an answer please feel free to tell me.
What the Hell is possibly left for me…
Reminiscing...Remembering
Brandon K Stephenson
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Brandon K Stephenson  28/M/Bossier City, La.
(28/M/Bossier City, La.)   
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