I lay here in an empty room, no furnishings, no lights.
Just...room. I struggle to accept what is happening. I struggle to
calm my OCD brain. I struggle...that is all I ever do it seems,
that is why I'm here locked up and in rags. Am I crazy? Can I be
helped? millions of questions run through my mind, but all I feel,
all I REALLY FEEL is regret, and saddness I feel sorry for the man
I murdered, for his family...and my family having to deal with my
hoarded home themselves all they did was care and this...THIS is
what I do.... Moments later the single barred door opens a young
man walks in "Camie...lets go. Where? I ask all he said was "courts
descision. I Knew the end was near for me I was to be executed for
murder and attempt at killing a police officer. "Cam?" I don't
respond I believe you can be helped.
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