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Feb 2016
I have watched myself slowly decay
It burns inside of me to recognize the hurt
Trying so hard to make it pass a day
And toss the struggles back into the earth
I have tormented myself for years
Wondering why I am the way I am
Some things make sense, others aren't clear
Am I doing the best I can
Some days it isn't that hard
Other days I just want to die
I know when I have taken it too far
And the flames inward explodes my life
I run to quelch the toxicity in my head
But I am the one who has put it there
Moreover, I'll be the one ending up dead
If I no longer care
I must find the power to cultivate my existence
But how do I make it take form
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
It's been that way since I've been born
Heaven knows I haven't done life right
But thank God he doesn't take score
I hope in the sunshine, deny the darkness at night
open up my mind like opening a door
And let the demons out
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   Samuel Hesed
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