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Mar 2015
Feeling lost
Alone
Afraid of what might be
Trying to find a place
A home
In this ******* world
No turning back
Must find myself
It's hard to get on track
When I wish to be somebody else

I want to be you
Cause you're really smart
I want to be you
Cause you're good looking
I want to be you
Cause you''re rich
Reaching out for answers
Ain't life a *****?


I can't find a clue
I can't answer the riddle
I'm not going much of nowhere
What the **** am I doing here?
What's the use anyhow?
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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