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by natalie Nov 12, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Sitting there in that tiny cell hardly room to swing a cat a bed, sink and toilet are all the room contained sitting there all alone with just his thoughts of what hed done and why couting the days till hes released sitting there thinking of all the things he regrets all the people hes hurt he even turned to god that didnt last long though he told everyone that he was a changed man that being in there had made him see sense he would prove everyone wrong he would show them how much he had changed some people believed him others didnt he would prove them wrong he wasnt even released 2 hours and he was back to his old ways he hadnt changed at all he proved most people right he could never change no one believes him now everone is sick of him i wish hed just dissapear