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PRISON
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PRISON
There are 60 seconds in a minute.
There are 60 minutes in an hour.
See, how many? 60.
24 hours in a day.
I can't get away.
Days into the next, seem to flow.
No place I can go.
The guards have all the power.
Solid walls. They are not going to fall.
A cell and a bell. All these thoughts in my head.
No TV. Why is this happening to me?
What did I do? I want to know. When can I go?
What did I do? I want to know. When can I go?
When will this be through?
Three meals a day. I would love to be on my way.
They are always the same. It can drive you insane.
Chris
I know the feeling but being alone in my apartment is driving me nuts and I miss you so very much I miss our conversations I am not doing good at all