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Sep 2015
Nobody is what I feel like
just a nobody
Somebody all alone
all alone inside my head

There's a void inside my gut
no rhyme or reason
My heart is closed shut
and I can feel the changing seasons

Looking for something real
it isn't as easy as I thought
The past lays waste to how I feel
and the hollowness is my cross

I bear it...
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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