Digging: The Life of The Criminal James Winters

November 15, 2010
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In my life I’ve done things I’m not proud of.
Not things I didn’t want to do, just that I’m not proud I did.
It’s not as if I wanted to either, I had to.
My life’s a complicated maze, but I thought I was figuring it out…
But then I got lost, nothing was as it seemed and no one was who they were.
The walls started shifting and closing in
All I could do was dig a hole and hide
When I tried to come I didn’t know who or where I was
I was stuck and I had to dig myself out
I had to right all my wrongs, with more wrongs, flinging more dirt over my shoulder
Shooting, hunting, stealing, running, hiding
Getting deeper and deeper into this hole
Lying to my friends and family, anyone who was close to me
I had to keep them from falling in with me
No one could help or they’d be pulled in too, trapped like me
I went farther down getting more lost
And now I don’t know what to do
Now I know it’s hopeless, I can’t dig my way out or pull myself up

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