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Jan 2015
I sit here in my jell cell, i beg the key holder to let me out

Whats the point? Your alone,  you caused others pain, you took life.

It was accidental though, i didnt mean it...

It doesnt matter, you took precious memories, you took years, and from your family.

Your right ... My only friend in here is depression, it feels so comfortable now.

Ill always be the unforgiven ,ill always be the unforgiven, always ...

Ill never miss what i didnt have ... so that's okay

Until my execution day, ill be the judge ...
Written by
James morrison valdivia  Texas, san antonio
(Texas, san antonio)   
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   trisha alaniz
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