Behind Cells

Life within these walls ain't no walk. It's a world of muted concrete and metal, where time crawls by like a sloth. The days merge together, marked only by the echoing of gates and barbaric voices of guards. Every day is a struggle to stay, to find hope in a place where outside seems like a dreamy m
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