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Sep 2012
One path,
One choice,
One life you no longer control.
Your soul in the hands of a devious character.
What got you here?
Was it the beatings or the drugs?
Perhaps it was the ******.
This was the wrong direction.
One future you didn't want.
Maybe you could go back, try to start over.

Each memory of what you did wrong,
Re-plays in front of you like a movie.
Sweat beads run down your face.
What have you done to your family?
Tears down your feet,
Heat,
Pure agony,
Their jouney disappeared.
One person,
Alone,
Disgraced by all.
Morgan Hillhouse
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