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Bonus: Criminal

Incarcerated, I stayed alone in the cell. I was not reconciled yet I was in dread of being mortified. The desolate environment exasperated me. All of a sudden, I was agitated by a beautiful song. My sadness deposited, and my anger was dismembered. I see through history, different epoch. My life was like a fracture in a bridge, yet I am content. I will prosper.

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