STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold steel bars pressed against my skin, a stark reminder of the broken dreams that lay just beyond. This clang of the gate, a cruel echo of promises forgotten. The world outside prison hummed with a life I could only glimpse, a taunting constantly of what might still be. I stare out at the gray sky, a mirror to my own despair. My future feels

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