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Feb 2016
This is the end
The end of my incompetence
I am just a pebble among many
Hoping all will turn out good
Though, I must give it a go
Nothing will take form if I am slothful
Wanting this and wanting that
Not working towards goals and dreams
Just staying in my own world
Isolated from the outside
Staring at four walls
Oh, how white they are
I will not go far
If I am sleeping the day away
Wishing I was doing something useful
But not creating my own destiny
The wants and desires are real
They explode within me
Which to say, they want to come to life
And soar above the atmosphere
My senses are revolutionized
And things are clear
Clearer to me than before
If only I can unlock this door
And break free from the chaos
No more incompetence
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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