Behind Cells

Life within bars ain't no walk. It's a world of grey concrete and steel, where time crawls by like a turtle. The days merge together, marked only by a chorus of of gates and the gruff voices inmates. Each day is a struggle to stay, to find hope in a place where freedom seems like a dreamy memory. Th
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