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Oct 2015
What the hell am I searching for,
it seems like everything takes a back door?
I try things but things are too bleak,
what the hell is wrong with me?
I try to look at the beauty of things
but most of the time I'm thinking negative.
It isn't anything that you have done,
I'm just wandering under the sun,
and my attitude is **** poor.

Is this what I have to contend with,
marching along to a different beat?
Looking at things from the dark side,
wondering if it will ever be right with my life.
It isn't anything that you have done,
I'm just wandering under the sun.

I have everything to be grateful for,
but I truly don't know for sure,
what the hell am I after,
when the days seems like a lonely road to travel?
Where is all the support,
or did I make them all go away?
It isn't anything that you have done,
I'm just wandering under the sun,
and my attitude is **** poor.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
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