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My spirit has been broken, but I haven’t lost my soul – yet.

I have been buried alive for the past 21 years. I have been surviving on swallowing my own tears. Sometimes I choke on my own misery. My spirit has been broken, but I haven’t lost my soul – yet. My pain does not compare to all the sorrows I have caused. So before I expire I wish to apologize for all the suffering I have created and all the grief I brought into the world. I was 19 years old when I was put inside of this man made concrete coffin. I’m serving a Life Without Parole (LWOP) – death by decay sentence. Hello…is there anybody out there?  Can anyone hear me? If not, it’s ok. I’m used to it by now.

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