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Oct 2015
Dead to the world, nothing matters anymore,
trying to find the keys to unlock these doors;
to my mind, to my heart, to the missing parts-
Of this life that has been misplace,
not knowing what's written on my face,
Is it love that brings me back,
trying hard to get on track,
and find the courage to open up,
And let these wounds heal?
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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