Behind Bars

The cold, gray walls confine you. Time stretches. Each day feels the last: a monotonous cycle punctuated by meals and patrols. Communication with the outside reality is severely curtailed. Despair becomes your constant companion. You search for purpose in this restricted existence. You try to hold
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