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May 2016
Four by four walls.
Limited space.
Especially when you sharing with a cell mate.

Crying, griping, complaining.
Serving time.
For your personally committed crime.

Saying you being mistreated, as if, you're a model citizen.
When you a contributor to the problem you're facing.

Respect is gained.
When suspect is given.
Can't demand it.
It won't come.

But the biggest lesson to learn is not to become a prisoner.
But if you constantly going back.
You made another stupid choice to live around this mess.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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   Keith Wilson
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