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Ainsley W.
I’m sitting in my room, the size is 4 x 2
I stare out my window, covered in mesh
The air outside is getting fresh
I hear the cars on the road outside
And think to myself what that used to be
I only have myself to blame & hope the
Judge remembers my name
I await the days, that turn into weeks
The day has come to go to court
I hope the judge can see I’ve changed
I no longer want to sit in a room
the size of 4 x 2

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