Make me an
I can't refuse.
Another lonely
in this lonely jail cell. For countless hours today, the local inmates
me in my
. It hurt so much. All I could think about was the day I would
out of here. So far away is that day, and it seems like it will never
.
is the name of the
that patrolls the cells at night. Yeah, I
know the fucker hears my cries at night,
he doesn't give a shit. The other day at lunch, they served us this awful
which tasted like that funky water behind dumpsters. God did I hate it. It's so god damn
in here. All I can do is read copy after copy of
and
.
A few
later:
I'm free.
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