Behind Cells

Life inside bars ain't no walk. It's a world of drab concrete and metal, where time crawls by at the pace of a snail. The days merge together, marked only by a chorus of of gates and harsh voices officials. Every day is a struggle to cope, to find purpose in a place where outside seems like a dreamy
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