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Jan 2016
The way,
It's only a way,
Does it ******* matter to me?
I live among *******,
Hell, I'm looking at one-
When I see myself in the mirror.
I look into my eyes,
From the reflection I see,
Nothing but emptiness,
I see a piece of me.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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