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Bored

The lake is colored a hue of purple, even though the retina is deprived of blue. Freedom to swim, yet choosing not to. Choosing to eat, although mandatory. Funny how the world works. Especially while dreaming. Wake up at 8, feeling like the amount in my pocket. 2 dollars and 47 cents. Illegally consumed. Breakfast at 9, shitty eggs again. We eat in silence. After breakfast I am forced to the yard, forced to smoke, with no gun to my head. Run run, shoot, steal. Basketball used to be fun. 1 oclock, and I decide to read. Not much choice on activities, but a crate full of books to read. Yet what's the point? Why fill my mind with wild dreams? Wishing the problems of the protagonists were my own? The cell is colored a hue of gray, and yes my retinas can manage. Freedom to think, no choice but to. Choosing to eat, but why not? Funny how prison works, especially when it's reality. Wake up at 7, the nap was delicious. Pockets are empty, and with two cigarettes to show for it. Dinner at 8. Oh fuck it, its the same shit every day. Sleep by 9.
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Mar 7, 2011
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