Life Inside

The cold, gray walls enclose you. Time drags. Each day appears the last: a monotonous cycle punctuated by grub and guard rounds. Communication with the outside reality is limited. Despair becomes your constant accomplice. You scramble for purpose in this restricted existence. You try to hold onto s
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