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Oct 2015
It hurts to finally realize,
all that I do does not matter.
     You still want more and more,
you want it all from me;
     My pride!
     My dignity!
Everything I hold dear,
     You don't treasure none of it.
I'd rather see you go,
        then to put up with this nonsense.
Sometimes I just can't do it all.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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