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Apr 2016
Through with me?
I wish I can awake
**** sins anyway
Punished to eternity
Falling farther down
Into the depth of hell
I can't seem to escape
What the **** am I doing?
Nothing is making any sense
I cry out for an answer
Only my identity gets ****** up
No one to trust
What the use anyhow
**** it all!
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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