I'm thinking about some of the friends I'll be leaving behind when I transfer to the next prison. Some I know are on the right track and will do well. One I helped to find a job, just today. I have two, however, who I'll worry about because I catch them with no-good company at times. They're younger and I haven't known them long, but I've taken an interest in them because they're likable and I think they have potential.
Caring about them and looking at them makes me feel frustrated concern, probably similar to what my own elders felt as they watched me going through my identity crisis. Or so I think.
I've said all I can say to them. Now all I can do is pray.
Caring about them and looking at them makes me feel frustrated concern, probably similar to what my own elders felt as they watched me going through my identity crisis. Or so I think.
I've said all I can say to them. Now all I can do is pray.
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