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VOICE OF YOUTH
DESP4M . , /
• < ~ ' -TTT-‘ As I look outside my prison window, past the iron bars and into the bleak and oppressive world beyond, I. lie here thinking of my past life, A fife fl/hich i* not 'unlike the day outside,, a life .of gloom, 'persecution and sorrow, a life filled with evil memories, '®!! of which return to me now, as I lie here on my death bed. I know that death is near, for fl can feel it slowly and laboriously creeping up my body and into my soul, lrillingj me little by little and slowly but surely [extinguishing the life from my body. !'
It would have been better if they had given me the death sentence for m/crime but no,, they saw fit to prqlong my deathj and ■ extend my rtiisery over a period of fifty long years by giving me life imprisonment. First my spijrit died, then my hope, and last' my strength failed me. Being broken tin m nd and body', I have merely *exist^ir for the past ten years. The day outside seems to me as if it were made to order for my death, for it has been av singular a dreary day as any I have ever known. The severe winter’s cold penetrating into the marrow of every bone and the unceasing rain beating a dreary tatoo on the roof of my cell add considerably to the morose atmosphere.
By strainine, I can see ‘Slough the mi si and gloom thwdu'l ‘Veatening form of the pris.m wills, walls beyond^ which I have ir>* =et
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