Behind Cells

Life behind the cage ain't no breeze. It's a world of muted concrete and metal, where time crawls by at the pace of a snail. The days blend together, marked only by the echoing of gates and barbaric voices inmates. Every day is a struggle to stay, to find meaning in a place where outside seems like
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