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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dear Reader, How does one pen the unspeakable? To endure injustice not once, but repeatedly—like a cruel wind that circles back to shred what little is left of a tattered soul. The echoes of a manipulated trial, the mockery of fairness, reverberate through me like a wound that refuses to heal. Nightmares are my inheritance; they come cloaked in shadows, forcing me to relive the horror—of rapes endured in the cold confines of a cell, of the crushing silence of three years in solitary, where time itself became a tormentor. Judge Manuel Menendez Jr., a specter of power misused, and States Attorney Cynthia Heir, wielding her authority like a weapon, haunt my waking hours as much as my dreams. I am scarred by the past, yet forced to face it again and again. Seven times a year, my mind and body are dragged through the fire. PTSD is my constant companion, a relentless whisper reminding me of every violation, every indignity. The system that should have shielded me became my jailer, my tormentor. Yet even in the depths of this despair, I cling to one fragile hope: that my voice, hoarse and trembling, might someday be heard. That someone, somewhere, will see the inhumanity of this cycle and rise to break it. Until then, I write—not for absolution, but for survival. Yours forever in anguish, James McLain
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