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Dec 2015
Love,
It's sometimes blind.
Where can I find it though,
That it won't hurt?
I've been searching for it,
But have come up empty.
I've found out it hurts more than anything else
But is it better to love,
Than never to have felt it?
I've been defeated,
And now I'm left crying.
Love lost,
Love gone astray.
Is there ever a love that will make me happy one day?
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   DC raw love
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