STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold steel bars pressed against my skin, a stark reminder of the lost prison dreams that lay just beyond. Each clang of the gate, a agonizing echo of promises ignored. The world outside buzzed with a life I could only witness, a taunting ever-present of what could have been. I stare out at the barren sky, a mirror to my own despair. My path fee

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