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Aug 2014
Every night I lay my head down
the thought of you with him
branded into my brain
driving me insane
after several long agonizing hours
I finally pass into the void
Though my time there is short
I dream of all the times we had
both the good and the bad
and when I awake the next morning
I beg and I pray
that the brand on my brain
was only a horrible dream
James Riddle
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James Riddle  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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   Lior Gavra
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