I was sitting on the concrete floor leaning back against the dingy cinder block wall behind me. That's it, that's literally all I was doing. I had been in my prison's solitary confinement for several months at this point. I was not allowed to have books or mail or any contact with another human being in any way. So there I sat for hours, for days, for m…
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