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I've been locked up in this dingy cell for what feels like an eternity. The walls are a dingy gray and the air is stale, it's always damp and cold here. I try to stay occupied by pacing back and forth across my small space, but it gets old after a while. Sometimes I'll catch myself staring at the wall, lost in thought.
I never expected to end up like this - behind bars, with nothing but my own thoughts for company. But life has a way of twisting itself around, doesn't it? One moment you're living your best life, and the next you're fighting for survival on the streets. I used to be carefree, always laughing and smiling. But now...now I'm just trying to stay alive.
Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can almost hear the sound of the city outside these walls. Cars honking, people chattering...it's a cruel reminder that there's a whole world out there beyond these cold steel bars. I wonder what it would be like to walk free once more, to feel the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair. But for now, this is my reality - locked up tight with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company.
