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You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

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Sweat was beading on my forehead and dripping down my neck. The lady in front of me bled from her chest in slow deep pulses. The pulses became slower and slower, quieter until they stopped. Why am I here? I'm innocent, I'm not meant to be here.All Rights Reserved

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The Words -frerard- by gerardsjuarez

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Ms. Green Eyes starts running her fingers through my hair. What the fuck is this witchcraft? My eyes immediately start to feel heavy as my body relaxes into the bed. I lock my eyes on hers. "There yah go," she says, smiling at me. Holy fuck, she has the best smile. What the fuck is wrong with me? Did they give me pain meds or some shit and I'm just a loopy and horny ass motherfucker right now? Bro, you literally have a fucking bullet in your lung. Priorities! Green Eyes still runs her fingers through my hair and it's getting difficult to stay awake. A small tickle starts in my throat as I suddenly feel like I'm drowning on land. I start coughing violently, a huge collection of my spit and blood splattering on Green Eyes' face.