Jailbird
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“The first week out , anytime someone would touch me I flinched, jumped but NEVER tried to run . 15 days , 360 hours , 2 different jails , 2 holding cells & 3 different pods. How am I out of jail and still not free .”
I believe he can’t fly
I believe he can no longer lie
I believe he’ll die in jail
I believe he should have known better
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
