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  • Serikali ya Jina: Tewhan Butler
  • Idadi kujiandikisha: 26852-050
  • Umri:34
  • Muda aliwahi:11 miaka
  • Nyumbani Town:East Orange, NJ
  • Sentence:30 yrs.
  • Sasa Mfawidhi:RICO
  • Alias:Massacre
  • Kutolewa Tarehe:2029
  • Gerezani Maegemeo:Damu (Double ii / QSBG)
  • Mzunguko wa Ushawishi:Altariq Gumbs, Emmanuel Jones, Lester Alford, Mark Michael Robertson, Pele Brown, Daudi Drone, Jermaine Ray, Marcus Martin, Michael Simpson, Omar Austin, Quaheem Edwards, Torvos Simpson, Vincent Gamboa
  • Taasisi:USP McCreary
  • Hapa, maisha yangu nyuma ya baa inatoa ufahamu kwa wale ambao wanaingia 'maisha' na hakuna uelewa wa madhara yake: shida, vikwazo na safari moja lazima kusafiri peke yake wakati gavel ni slammed, kiini yako imefungwa na taa kwenda nje.

Taya ya kutengwa

Karibu kama ni kamwe kukomesha, siku zangu hapa imeongezeka jiwe bado. taya ya kutengwa kuuma katika umilele. Kwa wakati mmoja katika muda upweke ni bila mwendo, hata sauti. Mimi kusimama peke yake. Mimi naona kitu. Hizi kuta ni dripping na jasho. harufu chafu ya kinyesi cha binadamu kunyonya puani yangu. Mimi mapambano ya kupumua. kukosekana kwa mwanga ni ulinzi tu kama chumba spins. Hakuna kitanda. Hakuna linens. Mimi kutambaa katika kona. Wrap mwenyewe katika kitu. Mwili pia imechoka kwa hoja yoyote zaidi. Kuadhibiwa, my entire self. Mental awareness has walked away. I claw at what truths I have known. Slipping through my very fingers. Calm is fading fast. No one shall hear my cries. Ingawa, I shed no tears.

Ever more painful- the question: “Will I be missed?”

My voice cracks with no misture. Unable to understand my own faint whispers as I strain to give expression to this all crushing experience.

Eyes bloodshot. Skin frost-bitten. Wherever I am, raw. Its harshness cutting into my skin.

Kweli, this is what is to be down amongst the dead. Burried alive.

“Don’t give in.”, I tell myself.

Devilish voices counter my pleas. The faces of all I’ve ever wronged become visible. Demented. Blinding darkness all around me. Tugging. Determined to pull me under. The unkown. With what little I have, I hold on. I tussle, fending off the advances of moral unacceptibility. Tena, Nasikia, “A little too late to try right.”

The good in me losing hope as the happening all around me continues to cave. I haven’t slept in days. My body tiring. I’m gone.

  

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