Behind Bars

The cold, gray walls enclose you. Time stretches. Each day resembles the last: a monotonous schedule punctuated by grub and counts. Communication with the outside society is restricted. Loneliness becomes your constant companion. You scramble for meaning in this isolated existence. You try to hold
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