Behind Cells

Life within bars ain't no walk. It's a world of grey concrete and iron, where time crawls by at the pace of a sloth. The days blend together, marked only by the echoing of gates and barbaric voices officials. Each day is a struggle to cope, to find hope in a place where liberty seems like a dreamy m
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