When I look back upon my life

It’s always with a sense of shame

I’ve always been the one to blame

For everything I long to do

No matter when or where or who

Has one thing in common, too

As the music starts playing, the other inmates dance. Back and forth, hands waving. Yet, Bronson, sole among them, walks away from the dance floor, drugged out . . .

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