Behind Cells

Life inside bars ain't no breeze. It's a world of drab concrete and iron, where time crawls by at the pace of a turtle. The days merge together, marked only by the clang of locks and the gruff voices inmates. Every day is a struggle to cope, to find meaning in a place where outside seems like a flee
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