Behind Cells

Life within bars ain't no breeze. It's a world of muted concrete and metal, where time crawls by in slow motion a sloth. The days fuse together, marked only by the echoing of doors and barbaric voices of guards. Each day is a struggle to cope, to find meaning in a place where freedom seems like a fl
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