Thoughts swirling fastly through my brain,as I begin to feel some emotional pain.I swiftly gear up and pray in Jesus name.
I purfer not to meet you again,window all tight
can't no longer see the sky insight.Is this my time to get closer to Jesus Christ?Will my new journey push me more to do what's right.
I purfer not to meet you again.However this can be one of my biggest blessings to win.
Life doesn't change,but I can.
My last expression of physically imprisonment,the great thing Room 205 me in Jesus Christ meet again.
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During my incarceration we where being moved around the jail.when I was told to stop it was in front of door 205.I walks in and the first thing I unpacked was my notebook and pen.From that moment I wrote what I was feeling.The energy was so different from when I arrived.