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Post by iris on Jun 17, 2010 12:32:33 GMT -5
"The new ink looks great on you.
Not used to it? Better be.
I'd consider it barely a scratch if I were you.
..Where the hell are you?
No, don't ask me, I don't know any better than you do. The government stuck us here, and the man in charge can't taste his own blood from my knuckles. Y'know why? We're stuck in this shit hole, there's no getting to him, and no getting out. To them, we're filthy rats; we're the fuckin' underdogs who don't get shit... and do you wanna know why? HAH, we don't fulfill their interests. We don't qualify. We're in the way, and we are nothing short of a fucking pile of waste. No, no, go ahead, try and redeem yourself... fight, yell, SCREAM… it won't get you anywhere, kid. No ones gonna listen to you. You just don't matter anymore. Hell, I've even tried. Their ears are long gone, and so are their minds... we're something of a pest, a problem, and look! We're stashed where we 'belong'. Face it already, there's no getting out... your either going to waste or lose your life trying... not that you'd waste your life here anyway. So, what's left to do? We're done for.
I wish I could sleep again."
- C.R.
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