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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