STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold metal bars pressed against my cheek, a stark reminder of the broken dreams that prison 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 constantly of what was once mine. I stare out at the barren sky, a mirror to my own emptiness. My future fee

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