PierreJina
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Three hundred sixty five days and three hundred sixty five days more to go. It's dark in here. The tenants that occupy this rectangular box behind bars consists of me, myself, and I. I'm Kevin Amir but outside this hot box where the sun never reaches; they call me a monster. Isolation is my bread and butter but writing is my light as insanity becomes me. Monster, is the son of many and the father and husband of none. I have been in here for years I am now a thirty year old man but when I came in here I was only 18. They knew me as Kane back then ....pronounced "can" because once I made my appearance one would ponder what can one do. Yes, I was that intimidating but it all was for Rosa. Roses are red, Violets are blue...orange, yellow, and blue....if only she knew. Cot, toilet, sink, no windows, a door, and no visitors. I hear a low whistle in the midst of darkness. I can recognize that sound from anywhere. Miguel Santiago has just arrived. Things just got interesting. This is not just