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Locked Up
They put me in cuffs, throw me in the car, and haul my ass away. Off to county jail, for good ole' prints and processing. Then strip off my clothes, and what little is left of my dignity. All while treating me with complete and utter disrespect. It's no surprise really, I knew I'd eventually end up here. I just really wish it wasn't right freaking now. The confinement isn't even the worst part of it. I can deal with being surrounded by concrete and steel. But, nothings worse than the god awful stench Of row after row of stinking human bodies. The air stings with the pungency of sweat and shit. But, what's even worse, is you get used to it. Thrown in a dirty cell, locked up real tight Alone with only time and my thoughts Withdrawing for days, shaking and sick At times wishing I'd just simply die. Once sober, I'm left to confront my many mistakes And battle with demons, the drugs had long kept at bay. There's no where to run to, no way to escape. With too much time alone in your head, you can drown in your thoughts. Surrounded by constant negativity, it's hard to keep calm Hoping to receive good news, but only bad news comes Starting to wish for no more news to come at all. Eventually left with one real choice: Accept your fate and the consequences of your actions, Or, allow your circumstances to destroy you completely.
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