The Ghosts That Haunt Me

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Bean cake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Your cell is dimly lit; you never know if it is daytime or nighttime. In fact, the only thing you know for sure is you're doing dead time. As usual, I would exercise like a fiend, basically to exhaustion, to silence the demons in my head. If anything, Charlene will be the last chick I ever get serious with. I am never going to be betrayed by a chick again. I was meditating and extremely deep in calming thoughts when I heard a key open my cell door. Levy must be here; better get me out sooner than later.