Steven Maher September 8, 2012 It has been more than six months since I submitted anything toward my journal. I have not had the resources nor the ability to sit in peace long enough to write anything positive. I did make an inquiry to you concerning the Journal Project and recently received a response from…

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Dear Journal, I’ve finally gotten something for myself that I’ve been wanting for a long time. I have been trying to get in school—here at Stiles Unit—for a long time. Here on 5/9/12, a young female officer had come to my cell—at about 12:30pm—to deliver a message to me, letting me know that I was…

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Norman Theriot July 25, 2012 After I came to prison, I took a long, hard look at myself. For the first time in my life, I admitted that I was wrong, that I had in fact gone astray, not so much from the law, but from being human and civilized. I could not approve of…

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Norman Theriot July 10, 2012 I am in kind of a funk today. The weather is terrible and this seems to transcend to my soul. The throes of doing time seem to multiply this tenfold. We work here for free, well in a sense anyways, since we don’t have to pay bills like rent, utilities,…

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David Joiner- March 25, 2012 to April 3, 2012 Dear Journal, I once had a mighty and trustworthy young man in my life, who had always looked out for me under extreme circumstances; he was my hero. My big brother.  My friend. His name was Lorenzo Joiner, Jr. I loved him extremely! I loved him…

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December 30, 2011 Another year gone. Damn, I can’t believe that I’ve been locked up for 12 years now. I hate the idea that I’ve been gone that long. I could never see myself being locked up longer than 10 years and the realization of actually having to serve the whole 20 year sentence is…

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Aaron Pons Going back to when I was about 7 years old, I always loved being outside. We lived in a house with woods around us for miles around. I’m not talking about woods that are sparse and thin, I’m talking about dense, dark woods, teeming with life, a place where humans are pretty much…

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In looking back at my life, I often find myself wondering, “Where has time gone?” I have lived all of these years, yet it seems that I have accomplished nothing. Where did I go wrong? I have not succeeded, instead it seems that I regressed. I have fallen into the chasm of a broken heart,…

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In looking back at my life, I often find myself wondering, “Where has time gone?” I have lived all of these years, yet it seems that I have accomplished nothing. Where did I go wrong? I have not succeeded, instead it seems that I regressed. I have fallen into the chasm of a broken heart,…

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The TWYG Sheets by Matthew Tomlinson April 24, 2012 Tuesday— Day Number 18,826 is as good of a day to start, or more precisely, to pick up in the middle of a thought thread, as any. The characters need to be introduced. There’s you, and what a character you are, huh? Then there’s Sweetheart, my typewriter.…

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