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Jan 2017
He silently sympathized will all the women who he had recklessly allowed to float in and out of his life,

Completely replaceable,

As if they were nothing more than a vessel to encapsulate his sorrow,

How badly he craved that he was no such vessel for her,

But he sat there silently,

Filled with doubt,

Knowing full well that it could just as easily happen to him,

As he sat there enchanted by silent admiration he thought to himself,

True suffering can only come at the hands of those you love.
Brandon Shane
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Brandon Shane
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   Jamadhi Verse and Azaria
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