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Never in my life did I think I would find

myself sitting here in this cell, confined

Rescricted from the world outside

Stripped of my life, my freedom, and my pride

Counting the passing days in my head

wishing to be anywhere in the world instead

Another hour, another day, one more week

Not much longer - well, so to speak

before I reign victorious of this torturous jail

My sanity is running dry, but I will prevail

Worry not, and save your good-byes

I'll be home sooner than you may think to realize.



    - January 18 / 2003