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May 12, 2003 04:00

Sometimes, layin' here on my bunk, lookin' up where there oughtta be a sky, feels like I'm back in prison.

Not that I ain't grateful for the second chance. I am. But this...it ain't what I dreamed about nights when I was layin' there waitin' for sleep to come and take me away from jail, an' from the thoughts that I was a bad, horrible person who had exactly what she deserved.

I dunno what I was hopin' for, not really. Some kinda fairy tale?

I ain't a fairy tale girl. I look dumb in frilly dresses and crap.

But the lonely's hard to take, man.

'S hard.
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