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Each time I hear those lies, my heart expands then dies. Fueled by a rivalry with a soul, it bridges the gab, makes a hole. To be alone is to be forgotten, I've had this since a life of ten. Please leave if it troubles you, my only though is what to do. One woman for each side of me, if one knew about the other they both would flee. Bradley is my soul and Alex is my heart. I die a little every time we part. With each wave of my hand my minds spill out. No one seems to care what it is about. Just in the timely arrival, I find my woes not to be mumbled. A servant of God and a Reaver of souls fill me with each passing woe. Until the next time...