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Feb 2016
I've played a ******* front
Wanting to exercise my wants
Hoping to get it all
But it's a ******* waste
Never did that happen
And I was left with empty hands
Nothing ever comes ******* free
There's always a catch
I've dissolved into the deep
Withering away like a rose
Only the people close to me
Have seen this truth
They know
I'm a phony in a conceptual sense
No love inside this ******* heart of mine
I believe I just ain't ******* right
Nothing good ever comes to light
****! What's the hold up
I try to do what's sane
But it seems like a lost cause
Too many people don't really ******* care
They're out there causing ******* pain
They don't care if I stay alive
They would rather tell me to go to hell
But I brought it all upon myself
If I don't do what's right
How is anyone going to believe me
They wouldn't
And I don't blame them
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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