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When you’re reminded of time with hard days, sleepless nights, and lonely stretches when there’s no one to tell you that it will be okay, time crawls by like a hearse on four flat tires.
There is purpose even within these walls
The first thing a condemned murderer said to me this morning was, ‘May peace and blessings be upon you’
I think about how bewildered, joyful, anxious, saddened, angry, the experience would make me
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