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Oct 2018
Prisoner of bone, stuck behind horizontal bars the size of bones. I know not my crime, or why I deserve a prison, but it feels too small, cramped, it feels like the walls close in every time I look at them... I'm tired, really..of hearing my own voice echo each second. Noah_arkenswagg
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NoahArkenswagg  25/M
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     Melissa Rose and Paul Butters
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