From My Prison cell, I hope that I can Help!

From My Prison cell, I hope that I can Help!

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From My Prison Cell, I Hope I can Help! By Jesse Alan Walker Freedom is priceless. The essence of the human spirit. It took me losing mine to truly understand that! For the record, I AM NOT ANTI-POLICE nor am I ANTI-PRISON. I believe in Justice. I firmly believe in fair punishment. I am not innocent, nor do I claim to be. I make the following statement with the uppermost certainty: society needs police, prosecutors, Judges and prisons! Trust me. I have been reminded of that everyday for going on 8 years now. Most of the people in here, belong in here. But there are many others who simply made mistakes: errors of judgment that can be attributed to adolescence, drug dependence, alcohol abuse, or a combination of factors. I place myself in the later of those categories. After much thought and consideration, I've decided to compose a memoir about my experience and struggles with drug abuse, addiction, the criminal justice system, incarceration and everything that comes with it, and more importantly everything that led to it!
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I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.

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