Behind Bars existence

The heavy steel door slammed shut, echoing in the vast, cold hall. The feeling of a cold draft ran down my spine as I stepped inside, swallowed whole by the concrete jungle that was prison. Life here is cruel, every day a struggle for survival. We exist in a broken world, ruled by unspoken rules and
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