Forced into felonies to survive
In a self-imposed exile
You abandoned all human warmth
And what you can't talk about
Must have been horrific
Shame is the best jailer
To be dead and not yet dead
Safely sleeping in your grave
Yet stealing to stay alive
Which only adds to the cold
I knew someone like you once
Who felt his spirit crushed
Under the knee of the world
Fresh out of second chances
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