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Prison

I let drugs take the best thing I had.

Now my future is iron clad.

 

Sitting here in this cell.

i think about my life before this hell.

Now I realize my body was an empty shell.

 

17 years old now this is my home

17 more of wearing this dunce cone

 

Shed no tears for the time I’ve earned,

just say cheers to the lesson I’ve learned

 

no regrets by one.

knowing people suffer from what I’ve done.

 

she looks into the eyes of her son

and tells me she still loves me after what I’ve done

but she won’t like the person I’ve become

 

Only one thing matters now,

I can’t give up or throw in the towel.

 

I know after I’ve done my time,

The second I step over the line

That the sun will shine.

~ Damian Grover, Green Hill School

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