Bekie Carroll

Rookie (2-8-90 / Virginia)

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this house is a prison
locking me up
no razor
cant shave
no alcohol
cant drink
no meds
cant pop
no knives
cant cut
its all in a box
locked up like a treasure
i cant live
so i might as well die


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  • (9/15/2005 7:53:00 AM)

    well i dont think i can give you the award for most optimistic. but it shows alot of feeling (that i understand) *10* (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 11, 2005

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