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Oct 2015
Seeing my reflection was hard to reflect,
The pain I caused others I wanted to object,
But it was a reality just as breathing,
This hollow face that I was seeing.
The tears flowed from my eyes,
To think I was the one to cause the pain,
It wasn't much to forget about life,
And try really hard to run away.
But now I have to face my sins,
And try really hard not to do it again,
To do a 180 and find a different ninche,
It's shouldn't be that hard to find meaning and purpose.
I have taken so much out of life,
Reaching deep down in my heart is about time,
And find the courage to change my ways.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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