It's reality
When it smacks you in the face
Taking all your time that you don't have
Control
Taking your belongings
Giving you
Shirt
Pants
Shoes
Where you go
What you do
When to eat
When to sleep
A place only for the trouble starters
A place for the killers
A place for the stealers
A place where some get their life together
A place where some stay forever
Jail
Sounds a little bit like
Hell
I don't think anyone in their right mind
Should go
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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- Published: September 15th, 2025 10:53
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