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Dec 2014
Is it that I am a freak, a ******* fool to believe-
That I can control the future in any way. Whisk-
Me away and don't let the pain ***** my heart.
I want to destroy the past, tear down the walls-
That have stopped my progress on this path.
Seeking what is right but I fall short, down the-
Rabbit hole I go, seeking the reaper to let me know-
What the **** am I fighting for?  It's like he holds-
The keys, to the man I was to be, and there is no-
Escape from the hell I put myself through.

Now the beast comes out, looking to ******* ****-
The shackles that's bringing me down, break free-
From the darkness inside of me, the animal that's-
Trying to come out and make things worse than-
What they ought to be. I fight, I curse, I want it to-
Hurt, and I want you to hurt with me. What a-
******* fool I truly am, to believe that I can-
Sneak away, slither away, like a snake upon the-
Desert floor, letting the beauty in my life just-
Slip away, all because of the beast within.
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   Joe Bradley
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