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Jail

Going back to jail? Damn in what did I fail? The thought of going back gives me goosebumps and turns me pale. What am I doing wrong that I might go back? I chill in the streets but dont sell weed or crack. All I do is walk around like a zombie, so I wonder ''damn why me''? I'm damn near happy, ready to settle down and start a family. Why would they take away my freedom? Isthis gods plan for me? I cant go back to a place where I have no rights, where i can hardly sleep at night, where everyday is a struggle and a fight. I wont make it this time, I will defenantly start to lose my mind. I wont be learning a lesson, I'll die inside...I'll be dead, but alive!!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/10/2009 9:55:00 AM
Good Write. I Hope This ISNT Gods Plan For You. Dont Give Up Though. You Can Still Make It. Stay Strong. Dont Let Your Mind Starve. Peace. Boo
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