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Apr 2016
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It's a ******* tragedy
No hope in ******* sight
What is left of me
I look upon the horizon
I don't know what I see
Is it light and love
Is it my ******* destiny
I can't be sure
It's brand new
A brand new you
Nothing remains ******* pure
I'm really not in the ******* mood
Can't seem to get ahead in life
It's all falling apart
What is that but a little self-pity
***** it! I have listened to my heart
But have came up ******* empty
Not really sure where to go from here
Nothing makes any sense anymore
Nothing seems ******* clear
I have passed through these doors
And just opened a can of ******* worms
That I wish I could take ******* back
But no, these worms are eating my ******* brain
And I have realized we are all ******* insane
To some degree or another
We all have skeletons in the ******* closet
That we don't want to open
But it's better to say **** it
Get them out
Then bury oneself in the ******* pit
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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