Behind Cells

Life behind these walls ain't no breeze. It's a world of muted concrete and iron, where time crawls by at the pace of a snail. The days merge together, marked only by a chorus of of locks and barbaric voices inmates. Each day is a struggle to survive, to find hope in a place where liberty seems like
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