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Oct 2015
I walk amongst the dark,
struggling to find my way.
I have played the role,
and then I strayed.

I look into the sun,
blinded by the fire.
I can't run much longer,
my life hasn"t got any brighter.

What the hell am I suppose to do,
I wannt to grab at the light
but I'm stuck, feeling unglued.
I have goodness in sight
but the darkness takes me down
to a place I don't want to go.

I don"t want to go.
No, not that way.
I want to take it slow,
and find myself.

Find myself in the music of the spheres.
Find myself in mother nature.
Find myself in the mirror,
and let it all become clear.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   mickey finn
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