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Dec 2019
Tension in the prison that I sit in when Im livid.   Its a sentence or some pennance for a sin that I've commited.  When our mission turns to vengance earned forgiveness isant given. Within minutes no ones finished sayin **** they wanted written.  In an instant your indifference makes us cinics faith deminished.  With no witness poor decisions have of course now forced opinions. At my limits I've convinced them to enlist the quickest minions.  I envision life as gifted why give in to mindless business.
Murphy
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Murphy  32/M/Louisville, Ky
(32/M/Louisville, Ky)   
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