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Inmate 14086

My first night in this hell I’m innocent, I say. From nobody I get any sympathy That’s what they all say.   The steel doors slammed shut The echo nearly deafening. I’m fresh meat in this nightmare Don’t know if I’ll survive this thing.   The never-ending din Permeates your brain. It’s a human torture chamber It’s pointless to complain.   My first night of fitful sleep Was interrupted by rape. Engorged manhood forced inside me Across my mouth, duct tape.   I’m inmate 14086 My name no longer matters. I’m now a commodity of the state My life is now in tatters.   It was just a little meth Packaged for sale, they said. Living in this hellhole. I fear I’d be better off dead.    
— bellavistabear, Aug 18, 2007

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 10 months ago

I could hear Bob Dylan

singing this, and that is a big compliment from me. This level of honesty and truth is rare. It is real. cheers, Jess

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