Behind Cells

Life within these walls ain't no walk. It's a world of grey concrete and iron, where time crawls by in slow motion a sloth. The days blend together, marked only by the clang of locks and barbaric voices inmates. Each day is a struggle to cope, to prison find hope in a place where outside seems like
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