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Locked Up In a Cell

Being locked up in a cell, feels like I’m face to face with the devil in hell. Everyday I feel like putting myself in harm, the only thing that stops me from committing suicide is my mom. Thinking about all this craziness eats me up being locked up in a cell really sucks, I regret what I have done and fell like facing death but in doing so I’d be taking my moms last breath, so I lay in my cell praying all day and all night, knowing when I get out I’m going to make things right, being locked up in a cell, I know my family wonders how I was at the top and then fell, this is why I wish I never had this story to tell, on how at one point in my life I was locked up in a cell

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