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Dec 2014
Do you see the scar on my wrist, it's proof I'll try to-
Die again? What happened to all of this, into the-
Tunnel I go and nothing can save me from this sin.
Can't you see my pain, it's written all over my face?
The darkness has it's hold on me and I don't want-
To let go, rather I want to fall from grace and take-
A moment to return back home. Crying out again,
The hell I've caused myself seems like it's never-
Enough, I look backwards and there was always-
Something, something to rip at the seems and there-
I sit quietly making myself bleed.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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