This a poem I wrote when I was sent to a lockup facility as a juvenile.
As I sat at court in fear, wondering if they are going to send me here. I start to remember times of the past, Good but bad, they will always last. Then when I finally open my eyes, I don’t get the chance, and I know why. Now it’s time to change my ways. I pray to god that it happens this day.
Aj Weyandt
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