Repeatedly pondering how abashed he would be,
If everyone he loved abdicated his company,
Oh, how he'd abhor the feeling of solitude,
Although, his worries would abate, for this thought is untrue,
However, he remained abject, and speechless, with nothing to say,
There was no solution but to abnegate,
There was a part of him that found an aberration,
To assist and abridge the feeling that consumed him,
'Forget all of the absolute possibilities,
I wont be abortive this time, they'll see,
Erase these thoughts from my memory,
Absolve me...'
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