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Oct 2015
It seems to me how ridiculous people are,
they try so very hard to bring me down.
I don't know if they mean well,
or they just do it out of spite.

They talk how much they care,
but they won't lift a finger to help me get around.
Today I'm over their *******, I wish them to hell;
not one soul can save them, not even Christ.

They're the kind of people only a switchblade
looks pretty good, and the decision just to decide.

Slash them, cut them, make them feel pain.
It's all neccessary, make them bleed out like rain.

What is the alternative, not a ******* thing?
I've just gone crazy here, gone ******* insane-

Make them bleed out like ******* rain!
just venting, i do that a lot.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
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