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Cold concrete, isolation, barbed wire and stories of crime echo among these walls. Trust not the cellmate, do your time, lonliness is in these halls. A good soul waits, degrades, rejects the best of days that are offered in this place. Dream of days outside, amidst the real world, if only I can finish this race.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Prisoner
Cold concrete, isolation, barbed wire and stories of crime echo among these walls. Trust not the cellmate, do your time, lonliness is in these halls. A good soul waits, degrades, rejects the best of days that are offered in this place. Dream of days outside, amidst the real world, if only I can finish this race.
michael-l
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
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