Murder Crime

I sit alone in the jail cell.

My friend mysteriously disappered. They thought it was a murder.

I was the prime suspect.

They flung me into this jail cell.

I count my revenge days.

All I eat is salad.

No one to save me. 

I will escape soon.

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