Behind Bars

Life inside these walls ain't no walk. It's a world of grey concrete and metal, where time crawls by like a sloth. The days blend together, marked only by the clang of gates and the gruff voices of guards. Each day is a struggle to survive, to find meaning in a place where liberty seems like a dream
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