Behind Bars

The cold, gray walls enclose you. Time crawls. Each day resembles the last: a monotonous cycle punctuated by grub and guard rounds. Communication with the outside reality is prison limited. Loneliness becomes your constant accomplice. You search for identity in this isolated existence. You try to h
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