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Apr 2015
I haven't said a ******* word
So many unpleasant things I've heard
I'm one to think the ******* worse
Don't know why, lock me away in a hearse
Crazy as it may seem, life isn't a dream
How my consciousness slips into eternity
Just by looking at nature and it's beauty

I haven't said a ******* thing
Not in any particular direction
It hurts when my words start to sting
And I start to float on these wings
Wishing I was at peace with everything
But there is just too much *******
So much **** I can't seem to get over
So I'm fed up with it,  so ******* tired of it
Can't move forward until I get over it
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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