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Apr 2015
Freedom isn't the way it should be,
So many mother ******* breaking
Their necks for society.

For what,  Just to be drones?
Shut the system down, I'll rather
Be alone.

But I know I can't live up to my potentional,
So many ******* things to do that ain't optional.

It's scary to have a family,
What the hell will it be like
Years down the ******* road?

It's hard not to be mean
To the mother ******* who
Think they're always right.
What is it going to take to
Shovel the **** I ***?

It soothes me to know I'm not
The only one who feels this way.
So much to ******* do in a day,
Don't know if I'll get it all done,
And sometimes the rain is
Welcomed rather seeing the sun.

Trudging onward like a soldier,
So many ******* pain I'd rather
Give in to it then continue fighting.
But I ******* can't, too many people
Depend on me, so I pick myself up
And say goodbye to the ******* rain.
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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