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Confinement ***cell Block "b"***

***part three of three*** All I see is darkness as I lay on the cold concrete clothes shredded no shoes are on my feet there is a faint light coming from underneath the door every now and then a shadow passes then it leaves once more I do not know how long I've been here I've well past lost count but, I do remember why I'm here and what all of this is about Just then as I sat there pondering going over my misdeeds the door opens with a blinding light thank the lord I think I'm free no longer will I be a citizen free to roam outside these walls my only freedom comes at certain times when I clean the bathroom stalls I've lost everything that I hold dear my freedom stripped in early life my son has a new father It's my best friend that's with my wife!!! ***This is not a biography*** ;JP}

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Date: 1/25/2010 7:46:00 AM
Whew! I am glad this is not a biography because it would be such a sad one. But unfortunately, there are people who live this... too many. It is gripping. (I still haven't found your recommended poem... ) Smiles, Dane Ann
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Date: 9/19/2009 6:35:00 AM
Why this has not been read more than it has beats me, super writing Jared. And a awesome poem that affects so many who are inside>>James
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Date: 8/13/2009 10:42:00 AM
Very well penned my friend, I am so happy to see that it's not bio. Although, how could you write an episode so realistic? In my much, much younger days I do have some first hand experiences, in these matters. Thank God it's all history, though. Sincerely Moses
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Date: 8/10/2009 4:03:00 PM
Jared sounds like my bio bro - Except in Prison you get yard time as Long as your not on C status, in the hole or doing a SHU term - God Bless, MJ
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