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                     I don't have a thing to do.

           I can't look at a book.

          See, I only get meals 3.

            I can't watch TV.

                    Yes, it's true.

I could be here for life.  I miss my wife.  I have a roomate.  This is not great.

     I sit on my bed.  All these thoughs running in my head.

               Bars.  I will not be going far.

          Steel.  You can guess how I feel.

          I confess, this a mess.

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