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I'll never forget how

They came to my house

In the middle of the night

Barging in like they owned the place

I've never liked pigs

They throw around too many accusations

I was scared

I was trembling

I was innocent

She looked like some lost puppy

At one of those awful dog kennels

Eyes huge and watery

Then I felt two cold metal circlets

Hard and relentless

Tight and unyielding

Like a parking space

After some idiot with an enormous truck

Decided to make your life difficult

Leaving one

Dichotomy of matching red ringlets

Encased around my wrists

So minisclule

They might as well just

Slip right out of the cuffs altogether

They forbade of things to come

So strong in my mind was the thought

It reverberated through my entire being

Like the annoying bass of a high school student's car

It was cranked up

To its highest zenith

At some point I thought

This was it

My life was over

That moment she was much like

A rambunctious teenage girl

Whose cellular device was just taken away

I roared at the top of my lungs

"Let me go!" My last words before

The officer shoved me into the police vehicle

The sounds were fascinating to hear

First it was piercing

Then it was muffled

They took her away

To the correctional facility I suppose

I watched until they turned a corner

My phone rang an hour later.

They found the real murderer.

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