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Sep 2019
A song was playing
In my head
When they came and
Took me away
It beatsΒ upon my bones
'Till this very day
But
I refuse to believe
I’m bad
No matter
What most people says

The prosecutor pointed
Till the end of days
The judge slammed
His gavel
And put my *** away
It never was completely over
As if the debt was never paid
Now I wear society’s
Mark of sinner Cain
.....
TT

My pets ****, not me!
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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