Incarceration Life

The cold, gray walls confine you. Time stretches. Each day resembles the last: a monotonous schedule punctuated by grub and counts. Communication with the outside world is severely curtailed. Hope becomes your constant shadow. You search for identity in this confined existence. You try to hold onto
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