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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  • Megan on Sep 13, 2010

    Omg! Love the poem =)

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