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days go by slowly in prison. even slower when you're alone. days seem like years. repetition, unhappiness, and uncomfortablenesses become normal and never ending. everyday seems to linger or stop.

at the same time. (as far as the perspective of me, the viewer)...time goes by very quickly. 10 years is 30 minutes. you find yourself and the people around you older than you remember, scars seem to appear before your eyes. older and older and i look back and think "where did it go".

i fell...i died.......