Doing time together, under lock and key, but helping others can set your mind free.

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Here's just a few of my crochet art projects – this is what you can achieve if you learn how to crochet!

Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart. The day they put me in prison, my whole world fell apart.

Lights on, doors slam, go running to the phone. Dial the number hit the hash, and wonder if they're home. Spend the first minute saying hello, fight to say a word. Tell them that you love them and hope that you are heard.

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It's about time, I outline, the walls we're within. No doubts fly, no routes fine, the way I'm living.

There is a kind of peace that comes with routine. A familiarity that numbs you to the monotony of everyday life.

To me it means hard work and rough times, you have to work for what you want and there will always be barriers and things/people trying to bring you down.

Most of the day in school I would spend in art as my teacher Mrs Crawford was the only one that seemed to understand me and get my ADHD. She made me feel equal.

Alone in a world of darkness and pain. The world there outside, I don't see the rain. Is the sun shining brightly? I really don't know. There's no place to turn and nowhere to go.

Icy fingers clawed the nape of the old man’s neck as swirling wind whipped up dust and debris into Jack’s tired weathered face.