Behind Bars

Life behind these walls ain't no cakewalk. It's a world of grey concrete and steel, where time crawls by at the pace of a turtle. The days blend together, marked only by a chorus of of doors and the gruff voices of guards. Every day is a struggle to survive, to find purpose in a place where freedom
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