As I've been confined and isolated all these years it's hard to think about everything that I've missed, Inside these walls and barbed wire fences locked down like an animal, what about my family and everything I had before, I can't get any of that back, it's been so long and they've all moved on and forgotten about me, I'm a ghost to them now a nobody like I ceise to exist, all I ever heard was think about your family and what you're doing you're not only hurting yourself but your hurting them as well, but what I was doing wasn't for myself it it was all for them everything was for them, until one day it all happened so fast almost to good to be true and then it was over and now all I have to live on is the past, I'm not a good role model or anybody's hero and I'll never be anything more then a criminal, a monster and a burden on society, so I asked if that was the case why wasn't I taken down that day, all the people who were upset and sad about my decisions but still saw a little bit of hope in me to spare my life for a second chance,