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Final Entry, Execution day 11/26/45 
 
 The title floats on the video recording as it fades into a man appearing on screen. He is wearing a jumpsuit with a jean jacket and his hair is in a pony tail, behind him is a concrete brick wall painted eggshell white, on his left side is a wooden box with a guitar behind it, on his right is a folding table. He sits down and looks around, `` Oh it's on? You guys could have cued me up or something.'' 
 
 `` Fuck you, August.'' A man says in the background, `` Hurry the fuck up and get your girly ass diary entry out of the way.'' 
 
 August shakes it off, looks at the lens and says, `` Hey sweetie, it's me. I know it's been a long two years since you came back to visit. I know you got my other journal entries from before I was convicted, I hope they helped and gave you an insight to me.'' 
 
 August rummages around in a box he has next to him, and places a binder with uneven pages on his lap, a stone hand carving of a queen piece from a chess board, and a broken tea cup that has been put together with a silver lacquer. He stares at the cup for a little while, and tears fall from his face. It's a minute before he looks at the camera and regains his composure. 
 
 `` I was an idiot, I'm sorry..'' He holds up the tea cup and places it down beside him on the table. He pulls out the queen piece and smiles at it as he places it beside the cup, he holds up his final object, the binder, and says `` After you've read this, I hope you can find your way. You can only blame me so far, and when the time comes you'll have to own up for your own choices or mistakes. I'm sorry for everything, you are a smart girl and I know your life will be great. I want to do one more thing before I go, sing you to sleep like when you were a little girl. Do n't listen to this with guilt or anger; listen to this with power, strength, belief in yourself, and a new determination. I'll always believe in you, as long as you believe in yourself. You fight, you learn, you grow, and when its your time to leave you'll know you did everything you could.'' 
 
 He pulls up the guitar and places the strap around his neck. He strums a little bit and adjusts the strings, after about a minute he begins to play a few familiar chords. 
 
 `` Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I ca n't tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start. They tell me I'm too young to understand. They say I'm caught up in a dream. Well, life will pass me by if I do n't open up my eyes, well that's fine by me.'' As he plays the starts to improvise some new chords into the song, to give it his own life. 
 
 `` So wake me up when it's all over; When I'm wiser and I'm older. All this time I was finding myself, and I did n't know﻿ I was lost. So wake me up when it's all over; When I'm wiser and I'm older. All this time I was finding myself, and I did n't know﻿ I was lost!'' He plays the chords hard, and bites his lip. A tear runs down his cheek, as his body begins to gain rhythm. He plays it out twice, and adds in a piece of himself into the chords to create a serene melody that makes his lip quiver. As he begins to start the next verse his voice waivers. 
 
 `` I tried carrying the weight of the world, but I only have two hands. Hope I get the chance to travel the world, but I do n't have any plans. Wish that I could stay forever this young, not afraid to close my eyes; life's a game﻿ made for everyone, and love is a prize.'' As he plays the next chorus push his voice begins to break, the end of his song is near. 
 
 `` So wake me up when it's all over; When I'm wiser and I'm older. All this time I was finding myself, and I did n't know﻿ I was lost. So wake me up when it's all over; When I'm wiser and I'm older. All this time I was finding myself, and I did n't know﻿ I was lost!'' It's been a while since he's played a guitar and one of his strings snaps, he powers through but the chords sound different as he tries to compensate for the sound. All he kept thinking was,'do n't end, not yet..' 
 
 `` I did n't know I was lost. I did n't know I was lost! I did n't know I waaas lo-aaawwww-st. I did n't knooooooooooooow-ah!'' He played the final five pushes of the chord progressions like he was trying to impress the devil, and as he played another string snapped and a few of his fingers began to blister. When he finished, he strummed one last time, hard. 
 
 It was silent for a while, and he sat there breathing. Before he placed the guitar down, the guard that insulted him walked on to camera and shook his hand and hugged him. He sobbed once and the guard said, `` That was a pleasure, August.'' 
 
 He wrapped that box he had with a blanket he made and tied a piece of paper with string on it,'To my daughter, Alicia.' The guitar was apart of the prison's school program, but they sent that too for her. If you want to see that video, you can go on any social media site, his daughter shared it with the caption,'My papa, he was considered a bad man, but always tried to do right by me'. Two years after his execution, he was found wrongly convicted, he took care of his daughter by getting the state to give her his settlement. 

