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May 2015
Note to self:
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Am I here for
Just to die
Just to wither away
Into nothingness
Is it that bleak
Isn't there any beauty
Or is it all darkness
Trying to smother me
Taking it's pain of mine
And killing the things worth while
In life, this ******* up life
That has brainwashed my mind
I read this and that
Trying to find hope
But all I find is disaster
And with it comes torture
Trying to mold me in such a way
But I try not to let it get to me
What I am is so confused
So i write about that confusion
I read about the confusion
So find some meaning
I have found mine
It's in the pen I pick up
And squibble magic on paper
I read the magic of others
And I can relate
Put it on paper
And let imagination spark
And write about life
The ***** little things
That plagues our minds
Speak the truth
And find some meaning
It all begins with you
And the letters within
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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