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Apr 2016
Who the **** are you
I can't stand your arragonce
You act like such a fool
I want to punch you
I want to ******* hurt you
I want you to feel the way I do
But no, you are out on the street
Spreading lies like you always do
Why don't you ******* drop dead
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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