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Mar 2015
There ain't much to ******* see
Just a lot of ******* in me
I can talk a good game
But really I'm ******* scared inside
Not enough ******* pride
Just used to getting stomped on
I feel so ******* torn
How am I suppose to act?
I like to ******* cuss
And is that so ******* bad?
I wasn't always this way
I grew up in a Christian home
But I went a different path
And turned my back on the
Ones who truly mattered
It wasn't an easy road
I chose my destiny
I played the victim
That everyone owed me
What the **** for?
I haven't done much
Worked here and there
I hadn't had enough
Of the ******* I brought
Into my ******* life
I pretty much
Wasted the **** away
Living with no ******* plans
No ******* hope in the day
How must I survive
When I am the one who
Has caused every problem
In my own little world
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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