Behind Bars

Life inside these walls ain't no breeze. It's a world of grey concrete and steel, where time crawls by in slow motion a turtle. The days merge together, marked only by the clang of gates and harsh voices of guards. Each day is a struggle to cope, to find meaning in a place where outside seems like a
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