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up like that. Its not that Im feeling sorry for myself or anything, its just that I can't keep fooling myself about things that are actually reality. Ive been incarcerated in jail now for 5 years, I haven't been out since 1967, March. And I have about 2 1/2 maby 3 years left to do. I pray things work out for me and I receive no more time for anything. I really want to get out and do something for a chance, something nice. Maby I'll find a way to help convicts in prison with different programm. I dont know really its still a long way off and there is a lot that could happen betwen now and then. I want so badly to go home, I try to be good I really try hard but it seems the

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harder you try to do things there is allways something getting in the way or just trying to put a stop to it. Like just now I had to be interrupted writing this letter to get up for the supper count and suppose I didn't take a tray of food, I don't feel hungry, but Miriam Im truly staring - for my freedom, I want to eat when Im hungry, I want to sleep when I tired and I want to live like I want to live: in freedom and peace. I can't do these things hear, I cant live hear! But I wont die hear either. Ill be free again and Ill be happy and alive again...someday, someday soon.. I seen my step Father last month, he tells me the family is doing well and that Paul and Julie are fine. I