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Plastic forks

How do i go back to normality?, when locked doors and plastic forks are my reality.
A   resthome for the criminaly disenfrancised, where your hopes disapear before your eyes.
Incarceration, desperation and deprevation, just some words of  aliteration compared to choosing a new flag for the nation.
Rehabilitated, whats this actually mean?, perhaps my brain has just been resituated.
Life behind bars with no visable scars, just don't scratch the surface cause thats where the hurt is.
Written by jenniferjoy (ross l)
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