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Apr 2015
There was a sound
It pounded my heart
I looked around
And I fell apart

I felt such a pain
It vibrated in my mind
The darkness became light of day
As the sun turned into moon's light

I crossed the threshold of my existence
Looking backwards into the past
There was a days where I was tense
A lot of time to wander at last

What do I say
When the chips are down?
Trying to run away
My smiles became frowns

There was no hope
There was no dreams
There was no life
Just a shell of a man
Trying hard not to go insane
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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