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DOB: 08-21-1973
RACE: Caucasian
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Hazel

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John Mandarelli

General Mailing Address:
Maine State Prison
807 Cushing Rd.
Warren ME 04864

Prison has granted me the blessing of discovering who I truly am and what I desire from life. Prison has made me search deep into the pits of my soul and molded me into a man. I have always and continued to strive towards attaining manhood and knowledge. What is sad is that I had to lose everything to gain anything. I needed this isolation of self-reflection in order to see clearly. To see what is important and the man in which I live my life.

Despite all the pain and suffering I have experienced nothing haunts me more than my own guilt and nothing threatens to break my spirit more than the reality of never being forgiven, the reality of limitations and constraints placed upon the ability to bloom and flourish. Regardless, my petals will reach the sun and blossom no matter how deep the roots may be or how the obstacles detour the rays of light that provide nourishment to my soul. I have reached a point in my life where my existence and survival is based upon the ability I possess to translate my knowledge, experience and strength into daily application. You see, the negative energy becomes a vortex, sucking into oblivion, all hopes, and desire and positively into itself. Originating form my own self-pity and stubborn, misguided anger and pain I refuse to let go.

I’ve become the very same thing I despise and I am consumed by its energy. Imprisoned into nothingness, trapped in a cold empty void where no one can provide assistance to my livelihood. The energy that it takes to maintain this cyclone becomes so powerful and tiring it eventually collapses upon its own weight, shattering into shambles.

What do I do then? Do I create another storm or is the thing to do is pick up the pieces to create something beautiful and forgiving? Do I become the beacon of light, illuminating the shore?  To provide a way for the other distorted man a path to avoid the rocky shores and cliffs.


*** Seeks Correspondence with: Straight Female ***
Sexual Orientation: Straight

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