Behind Cells

Life inside the cage ain't no breeze. It's a world of grey concrete and iron, where time crawls by in slow motion a snail. The days blend together, marked only by the clang of locks and the gruff voices officials. All day is a struggle to cope, to find meaning in a place where outside seems like a f
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