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Feb 2016
I don't understand my thoughts
They're ought to get me
Bringing me the **** down
And it's hard to find beauty
Where is it at
I know it has to be everywhere
But I can't ******* see
All I see is insanity
My mind crashing
Darkness all around
Head pounding
Feeling down
And the voices make a sound
Telling me to end it
But I shake my head
And take another step
One after another
I get closer to the prize
The pain subsides
And I start to see a better life
One without the drugs
One without the alcohol
I replace them with hope
And belief that everything will be okay
I don't have to listen to the voices today
Instead I say a prayer to stay alive
The paranoia is less
I don't believe everyone is out to get me
I start to find beauty in little things
Birds, music, nature,
The smell of crisp air
I am not so much out there
Just a little ******
But I do care
And hope it will get a lot better from here
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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