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In solitary confinement 62 days. At day 31 my life changed.
I was intoxicated at the wheel and my son died.
Cops were everywhere.
Stole from my grandmother’s checkbook.
Falsely imprisoned for murder, but I stuck to the truth.
Why did she believe in me?
The officers shot me. The detective stopped the bleeding.
I met an angel in prison.
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