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Throughout history people have been judged based on their beliefs, appearance, and even skin color. Now, not much as changed; granted things are far better than they were but we are far off from becoming the peaceful race of happy endings that you read of as a child. In reality life is no fairytale. Newsflash, people die. But you can’t always focus on the bad things in life, that would be enough to make anyone depressed, so what do you do? Send all those little problems to someone else. With crime increasing and more and more young people and adults turning to drugs and showing health issues, many countries see that the only way to fix the problem is by getting rid of those that cause it. Pawning them off to other countries and paying through the teeth to do so. So you can imagine that if they are paying so much, the place the youths are going better do a good job at rehabilitating them.

A new correctional academy has opened it’s doors in England, recently rebuilt from an old hospital and ready to accept the worst of the worse; the addicts that have killed, the wife beaters, the mentally ill and the students that think that a knife is a good show and tell item. Prison couldn’t change them but maybe complete solitude from the world will.

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come silence, come solitude