The Part of Me that Misses Prison
I'm sure something that would be difficult for people to understand is how Hell can feel like home. How could a place that's unimaginable to most be something remembered fondly no different than the house one grew up in? Yet I frequently find myself reminiscing and comparing your world out here to the one I knew in there.
I had just turned 17 when detec…
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