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Feb 2015
What happened to the day,
it seems so dark and gloomy?
Can't seem to get away-
from the pain inside my head.
So much has been said,
so much has been laid to rest,
wishing all was well,
wishing for the best.
Though nothing goes right,
everything is just a nightmare.
Can't have you by my side,
what does it matter anyhow?
Feeling all the pressure,
it's takes place in my mind.
The day turns cold, dark and lonely.
Oh, how I want things to turn out alright.
Though I'm here in my own hell,
where there is no lights.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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