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Mar 2015
I want to die
The pain is too much
I want to feel better inside
I ******* had enough
I try and I try
But it seems lost in the wind
No one really gives a ****
They're lying if they say they do
I hear the preaching
Ones standing on mountaintops
Looking down at me
Cringing when I speak
When I share my heart and soul
Laughing at what I say
Cause they think they're ******* special
So much better than me
Can they be so annoying?
Lecturing about my life
What I need to do
How I should be

**** them and the horse they rode on
They don't mean a **** to me
They're nothing but a ******* cockroach
I'll squash them into the ******* ground
Make them see
That they ain't much to me
So much pain I have
So much I internalized
Just because of hearing their ****

No more!
It ain't worth it
They need to back the **** up
shut the **** up
They ain't worth a dime
I'll live my life
And care less and less
Of what others say
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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