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May 2015
Hello there
Am I going crazy
Or are we all just animals
Prey or predator
Depending on our mood
I know for myself I can be prey
To words and actions of others
I also can be the predator
Out to get you and yours
Everything you hold dear
I shall be waiting over there
You might not make out what is clear
And soon you shall have a lot of fear
Driving you crazy until the very end
Lost in a field of your own tears
Bloodstained by the hatchet in your head
All because of what you ******* said
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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