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Oct 2015
What the hell am I doing?
One minute I'm kicking
you out and the next I'm
telling you to come home.
If I could only make up
mind. I realize how
inconsiderate I've been,
I wonder if you could
ever forgive me again,
that seems like all I do
is apologize, if I could
only make up my mind.
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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