I was talking to a friend last night and he said he hopes she's dead. At least she won't be being tortured anymore. It's a part of her probably reality that I try not to think about.
It's a song my uncle Mike wrote about his experiences coming off drugs. How he was hiding from the pain of losing his twin sister (also to drugs, really) and the loss of his best friends and his relationship with the mother of his kid, and everything else had been crap
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Tonight, I picked up the phone and on the other end was a computer voice asking if I could accept charges from some fucking Federal Prison and then there was a gasp and then ... her.
Update: Since the change in administration, there is no idea of who is doing what. There are still a handful of protectors who are still incarcerated, Merin included. From what the lawyers have been able to tell, they were supposed to be processed out but instead were transferred to a federal
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This story, more than any other, has been the hardest one for me to find any kind of headway with. There are aspects of it that I really love
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