Behind Cells

Life within bars ain't no walk. It's a world of muted concrete and steel, where time crawls by in slow motion a turtle. The days fuse together, marked only by the echoing of doors and harsh voices of guards. Each day is a struggle to survive, to find meaning in a place where freedom seems like a fle
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