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Oct 2015
I cry for ******* balance
but all I get in return is ******* chaos.
Nothing neat and tidy,
just trying to survive the storm.
I look around at the world
and find no solace in anything,
everyone is in too much of a hurry
and it drives me ******* crazy.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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