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25 to Life...

I am becoming more and more aware that i am a fucking prisoner In my own life... while My actions may have created some of it, My upbrininging also comes into play, so long before I met the love of my life.. (and regardless of the hate you still are.) and long before i even wanted a child I was damned...it doesn't matter who or what I am now.. In the eyes of these so called professionals all i am and All I ever will be... is damaged goods.... corrupted and poison... I'm sick of trying to justify and fight, more money down gutter drains of no where... I was never charged and I am an innocent man, it's so fucking hard with these smoke and mirrors and no fucking accountabilty from anyone to get anything done, esp. when one on the end of the spectrum is delibrately stalling and playing games so nothing ever gets done.... it's all a game.. a game I sick of fucking playing.. soon i will stop caring and a part of my soul will finally die... I can never let it get to that... but i'm trying so damn hard to keep up hope when all the world gives me is fucking black.

Current Mood: Depressed, Determined, Angry.
Current Music: Iron Maiden - These Colours Don't Run

Living off the grid and being kind of an outlaw brings a dangerous reality.

Every man is his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.

If we were all to be judged by our thoughts, the hills would be swarming with outlaws.

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