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Feb 2015
I'm just a ******* low life,
spend my time doing not
much of anything. I smoke
and drink away my time
in the bedroom, while my
woman and daughter are
living life. I spent a year
hiding away, turned my
head for a second and my
daughter turned two. I keep
going back and forth, not
knowing what to do, all
of this is brand new. I'm
going ******* crazy inside,
all of this responsibility is
handed to me so quickly
And it seems like I can't take
It
anymore. I need to pull
the strength out of me,
the chips aren't down
just yet. I'm not giving
up so quickly. I need to
become the boyfriend
and farther I need to be
except a selfish mother
****** that everyone
knows but me.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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