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"...he sits in his cell,
and he lays on his bed,
covers his head and closes
his eyes..."

Opening his eyes, the same blank ceiling appeared like always. White brick with a white bed and a toilet, all he ever saw. He was barely allowed to go outside and he didn't care to. Life wasn't the same without her; he missed her.. more than anything else. 25 to life he would be here in this awful place but in a way, he liked it better than having to live without her. Her.. his beautiful girlfriend, Annie, the love of his life. Standing up, he waited for the guard to open the door and walk him to lunch. This was his life and it would be for a while. He would be doing the same thing day after day, each day just seemed to be longer than the last.

After being walked to lunch and grabbing it, he sat at a table all alone. He didn't want to be friends with anyone, he wanted Annie. But you can't want things you can't have. She's gone and he's in prison, and he'll always have to deal with that.

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