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Don't Speak
01.25.2013
I can't get over it. Everyone's out to get me! Still. A captive named "Trouble" left solitary a couple months ago and was "booked" last week. Meaning he was stabbed up and sent to the university medical center. Will I be next?
I'm not going to lie about this emotion we have; this emotion we all have sitting solitary. Almost two months since I've left an unopen, closed section (where we don't leave our cells but in handcuffs) and I'm already not talking to anyone again. And have my door plugged off.
But, you see, they're poisoning my coffee they give me. And just being nice in order to get me to population so I can get "booked".
It's how we all feel. I'm almost positive. And people say minds can realize what one thinks of.
It's not exactly cowardice or fear I speak of. Just reality. To acknowledge what we are capable of doing to each other over silly petty slights.
Imagined slights are slights. And sitting alone years increases imagination.
I'm not sure if people reading these words know my story, but I've done ten years solitary on and off. My mind's fucked up. I even think my grandma's out to get me at times. I don't know how I'll ever make it up out of this delusion turned reality.
But I'm going to try.
Not for me. But, for you. The curious.
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