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To Dwell For Freedom

Member since 2002 · Posted 31 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

To break loose from this ball and chain, get these damn thoughts outta my brain Need to escape from this dark cold cell, and escape from my own personal hell No food, no water, no light, hard to breathe, losing all sight Someone be so kind, give me the key, show me the way, let me be free

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[7] horus8 1-Aug-02/12:07 AM Reply

Solitary confinement is a motherfucker.count the divets in the floor it will help...when they give you a plastic spoon to eat your salad...laugh and say thankpoo..when they give you a match stick to shave with...shave..look nicer than they would have expected..smile..be polite..but put it all down when you write.expose their lack of awareness. they wont be able to stop you. they won't even notice.to busy preening and flexingy

[1] god'swife 28-Aug-02/10:49 PM Reply

I didn't know convicts had access to the net.