Behind Cells

Life inside these walls ain't no walk. It's a world of drab concrete and steel, where time crawls by at the pace of a sloth. The days merge together, marked only by the clang of gates and the gruff voices of guards. Every day is a struggle to cope, to find purpose in a place where liberty seems like
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