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Dec 2015
What are you talking about
I know I don't make much sense
Going along like everything is okay
But in truth it's not okay, I want to scream
Stomp my feet and throw a fit like a child
Is there anything worth while
Or are we doomed to a shooting spree?
I kiss you goodbye and walk away
Not knowing for sure if I'll ever return
I can't understand ******* people
Why they do the things they do
So many things that don't make much sense
That's why I try to live my life one hour at a time
Don't know who's going to come around the corner
They could be wearing trench coats
Or they could be wearing suits
Nowadays it doesn't ******* matter
Who's going to come after me?
I peek around the corner and can't see
The truth is blind to who are my enemies
I seriously don't know anymore
I shut the door and try to fall asleep
Without waking up in a ******* nightmare
Can we ever find ******* peace?
I think we're over stepping our bounds
There ain't much out there in this world
That is obsolete and in reach
So much hatred I feel it too
I hate everybody equally
There isn't anything anyone can do
I'll try to break through this hour glass
And find the courage to kick some ***
There's a lot of people that needs their *** kicked
I put myself in harms way and felt the full force
Experience has taught me that I don't have to take the risk
That there is beauty out there in this god-forsaken world
I just have to try to find it and make it apart of my life
Sounds silly, doesn't it? But I'm a silly kind of man
And the choices I make today reflect who I am
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
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