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I wish I hadn't pleaded guilty.
Straight jacket therapy has no effect when you're body is slowly decaying along side your mind.
The walls hush my pitiful whimpering that pours from my mouth in the dead of night.
I want to go back home,home to my dead parents who kept me company with their random noises when the house got a little too quiet.
The food sucks ass,the nurse has a huge rack and she knows it,The other patients piss me off with their poking and prodding.
They force me to read a chapter from the Bible so that I may be "saved".I've started to tear off pages and use them as cum absorbers when I feel a little frisky.
Last week I was given 10 minutes outside.I attempted to choke that bimbo nurse for calling me a crazed bastard.There goes my snack privileges for the week.
At this point I wish I wouldn't have pleaded guilty,the electric chair sounds more. comfortable than this padded floor.
The walls hush my pitiful whimpering that pours from my mouth in the dead of night.
I want to go back home,home to my dead parents who kept me company with their random noises when the house got a little too quiet.
The food sucks ass,the nurse has a huge rack and she knows it,The other patients piss me off with their poking and prodding.
They force me to read a chapter from the Bible so that I may be "saved".I've started to tear off pages and use them as cum absorbers when I feel a little frisky.
Last week I was given 10 minutes outside.I attempted to choke that bimbo nurse for calling me a crazed bastard.There goes my snack privileges for the week.
At this point I wish I wouldn't have pleaded guilty,the electric chair sounds more. comfortable than this padded floor.
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