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Apr 2021
You committed a crime.
Assigned to serve some time.
Behind the walls, you complain.

Well, who made the decision to come this way?
Not the lawyer.
Not the judge.
Even not the jury that said, you are guilty.

Now, if you're innocent?
That is a different thing but it means to watch your destination and steps.

Behind the walls, you cry.
You hate the food.
You can't stand the rules.
You think some employees, guards, doctors, nurses, and wardens are fools.

Well, you lucky.
A fool correction officers might agree with you.
But you volunteer to walk in the uniform of the city or state choice.

You robbed, you *****, you stole or did something to the occurrences.
And now you facing reality.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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