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Sep 2015
The world weighs heavy on my shoulders,
I can't seem to cut a break.
Everywhere I turn I come to a stand still,
and the course I take is a place I hate.
I try to jump through hoops to get ahead,
but the rope for me is way too ******* high.
I want to reach for the stars, that's as far as I will go,
trying to find a better ******* way, it just takes so slow.
I want to get rid of the heaviness on my mind,
it seems like the world has my number.
I feel like running the **** away,
I'm a wizard when it comes to disappearing,
try to cactch up with me now world,
I'll change my address again and again,
just to let everyone know I ******* hate being played with.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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