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  • Ríkisstjórn Name: Marco Miguel Robertson
  • Kennitala: 62151-066
  • Aldur:38
  • Tími Borið:15 + ár.
  • Home Town:Laurel, MD
  • Setning:LIFE +24 ár.
  • Núverandi Hleðsla:Murder
  • Alias:Marco Miguel
  • Útgáfudagur:Leita eftir sannfæringu léttir
  • Prison Tengsl:Rétttrúnaðar Sunni múslima
  • Hring áhrifum:Tewhan Butler
  • Stofnun:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • Ég er Maryland State Fangi í sérstökum Stjórn Unit of sambands fangelsi kerfi í fimmtánda ári lífs + 24-ári setning. Nope, Ekkert það var þess virði!

Breyting Bæn

Hvers vegna ég?!
Ég virðist alltaf öskra,
Stöðugt vakna til martröðum,
Wishing they were only dreams

Reality is so dark,
Sannleikurinn svo ljótan,
Stundum Ég brosi að þykjast ég er hamingjusöm,
Ekki leiðinlegt,
Eða vitlaus,
They laugh at me

Fake,
Ég ímynda mér alvöru;
Ég get ekki logið,
Mig langar til að þurrka svita af brow minn,
If the cards they deal weren’t marked

Sorrow is embedded in my part of the play,
In stark contrast to a fair hand
That never seems to come my way

Always on the cusp of tragedy
The verge of destruction near
If it wasn’t for the consistent rain and pain,
I wouldn’t be able to think clear

Adversity I’m used to!
Því miður,
I don’t believe
I’ll ever know peace
Cause as soon as sunshine attempts to touch me with its rays,
Multiple gray clouds appear to ensure I don’t receive relief

My grief brings joys to hearts
And smiles to souls
Who continue to swing the rope I grip
Wishing I slip
Fall
Hoping I let go

Hold on with dear life
Legs dangling
I don’t allow them to turn it into a noose I hang in

Strangling
I breathe,
Though,
I do want to free my hands and drop;
Frustrated,
Disgruntled,
Feeling like I gave all I can,
Should
And could

It’s over!
Ekkert meira!
Accept the fact that the door is closed

Þá,
Act exactly like the other inhabitants
Not sure if I’d regret my choice in reflections of distraction

I’ve got so much to lose;
Still so much more to gain!

All too plain
To my disdain.
The rain,
Thunder,
Storms,
And clouds will remain
They’re determined to stop me

Breyting,
I pray
You’ll come…………..

  

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