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Jun 2015
The power has died, nothing left in me.
No words to come by, hardly can't accept what I see.
What's the sins I have held onto, the loneliness is where I'll be?
For into the void of a heartless soul, the sun seems not to shine on me. I can't escape what I'm feeling, hell is a place I've created in my
Surroundings, and the final destination is a ****** up world.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
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