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To Whom I am Concerned

 

Last updated 3/17/2013 at 1:22pm

You never know what a letter can do or mean until you have been where I’ve been and seen what I have seen.

As I am confined in a world which lives behind these walls, in which no one can see except for the guards. Often when I sleep, I am awakened, alarmed with fear that those I love have come to harm.

“Just Dreams,” I have to admit to myself as I come back to my senses and look out the barred window of my cell; at the chain-link fences. I must awaken and go on with my day in this world, unknown to those outside of here.

Then when evening comes, I wait expectantly for the mail. “None for you” I am told. Not a letter, note, not even a card. See when nobody writes, it makes this time so hard.

Please take time to sit down and write me a letter. To you it may not mean much but to me, locked within this world because of crimes, it means a lot and helps me to feel better. To know that those I love have come to no harm.

You can never know what a letter, a note or even a small card can mean for those of us within this confined world. Until you have been where I’ve been and seen what I have seen.

 
 

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