Behind Cells

Life within bars ain't no walk. It's a world of drab concrete and steel, where time crawls by like a turtle. The days fuse together, marked only by the echoing of doors and the gruff voices of guards. Each day is a struggle to prison survive, to find meaning in a place where outside seems like a dis
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