Socrates said we all die sometime. And he is right. But when you are locked in your body these word get a different meaning. I got a luxury cell but still feel imprisoned. And there’s no expectation that it gets better. I’ve gone through so many death rehearsals that I can’t distract my mind any more. And it simply lingers in the back of my mind. No crimes but still on death row.

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