I Guess I Did
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I've spent every second of every minute of every hour, sitting in the same jail cell, staring at the same spot on the same ceiling for 4 years. I'm famous for what I did to get here. Everyone asks me if I regret it. I tell them the same thing every time: no.
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I didn't think about how I would cease to live. I always just thought about family and being myself and just going on with life without a care in the world. I just wanted to spend the last moment I had with that special person in my life, but I guess that will never happen. I have always wanted an anniversary since I was a little girl, and now that I had a chance to get one, I couldn't show up. I want to escape from this prison I'm in, but to do that I have to go through a lot of adventures and ups and downs before I can get away.
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