Behind Cells

Life within bars ain't no walk. It's a world of grey concrete and iron, where time crawls by in slow motion a sloth. The days blend together, marked only by a chorus of of doors and harsh voices officials. Each day is a struggle to survive, to find hope in a place where liberty seems like a fleeting
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