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Stench permeates the air
I haven't seen the sun in weeks
Left alone in this stone cold place
Endless time stretches on.
No visitors, no talking, no buzz from overhead lights
Cell life in Solitary confinement
Erases your humanity.
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Laura
"My idea of a perfect day is a cup of coffee and time to write." (Author unknown)
For as long as I can remember, I've had a passion for writing. Vocal has been my push to step out of my comfort zone, good or bad.
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