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I'm a 35-year-old woman who's been locked up for what feels like an eternity. I've been here long enough to lose count of the days. My name is Sophia, and I've spent years perfecting my yoga practice within these cold, unforgiving walls.
In the early days, it was just a way to pass the time and keep myself sane. But as the months turned into years, it became an integral part of who I am. The forward fold pose has become like a second home for me – a place where I can let go of my fears, worries, and doubts.
I've grown accustomed to the harsh lighting that casts shadows on these dark walls. It's become a reminder of the darkness within myself that I'm working so hard to overcome. My body may be toned from all the exercise, but it's also been hardened by the hardships I've faced.
My hair used to be long and flowing – now it's cut short in a harsh, institutional style. But even that couldn't tame my spirit. It's still there, deep within me, waiting for its chance to break free.
As I stand here, folded forward, I'm reminded of the strength I possess. The strength to survive, to endure, and to rise above these walls when they finally let me go.
I've heard rumors that we're getting a new warden soon. One who's rumored to be harsher than the rest. But I won't let it intimidate me
