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  • Nome Governo: Marco Miguel Robertson
  • Registre Número: 62151-066
  • Idade:38
  • Time Served:15 + anos.
  • Home Town:Loureiro, MD
  • Sentença:VIDA +24 anos.
  • Corrente de carga:Assassinato
  • Pseudônimo:Marco Miguel
  • Data de Lançamento:Buscando alívio pós-condenação
  • Afiliação prisão:Ortodoxa sunita
  • Círculo de Influência:Tewhan Butler
  • Instituição:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • Eu sou um prisioneiro do Estado de Maryland na Unidade de Gestão Especial do sistema penitenciário federal no décimo quinto ano de uma vida + 24-sentença de ano. NOPE, Nada disso valeu a pena!

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Why me?!
I seem to always scream,
Constantly awakening to nightmares,
Wishing they were only dreams

Reality is so dark,
The truth so grim,
Sometimes I smile to pretend I’m happy,
Not sad,
Or mad,
They laugh at me

Fake,
I imagine real;
Eu não posso mentir,
I’d like to wipe the sweat off my brow,
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!
Infelizmente,
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!
Não mais!
Accept the fact that the door is closed

Em seguida,
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

Mudar,
I pray
You’ll come…………..

  

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