STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold metal bars pressed against my skin, a stark reminder of the shattered dreams that lay just beyond. Every clang of the gate, a bitter echo of promises abandoned. The world outside hummed with a life I could only envy, a taunting reminder of what might still be. I stare out at the barren prison sky, a mirror to my own hopelessness. My journe

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